Desiree knocked at the cottage door. Odd, because usually she left me to do my calls undisturbed until I came in at evening. "Come in," I said, wondering if there was something wrong. "I just wanted to let you know I want you to have breakfast each morning with me and Morgan, OK?" What? I had been an entrepreneur for fifteen years. I worked my own hours, took vacations every three months and made money for us. Wasn't that enough? My calls with my clients back East and in Europe had me on the phone at 5AM. Breakfast? That was just going to interrupt my flow!