Can we consider coffee a drug? I mean my ability to function without is rather scary. Let me tell you. So the past two mornings, I have had coffee catastrophes. First let me say I do pots of coffee (I’m sure this qualifies as addiction). I can not live the single cup coffee life. So yesterday I made a pot and pour my cup in about a 10oz pink glitter cup. I added all the things that keep me fat and joyful. And I kid you not, spilled…..all over the counter and the floor. Heartache.
Well this morning, I go to start my pot of coffee while I drop the girls off to their respective places for the day. This takes about a total of 7 mins. Which is about the amount of time in which my pot of coffee takes to brew. I work from home and have to be on by 8 am. I usually get back by 7:50am which is just enough time to make my coffee and grab my laptop. Well apparently the demon elf on the shelf came a tad early….or I didn’t set the pot on there correctly. So another morning with a counter full of hot coffee.
You know, sometimes I wonder what goes on in our minds as moms. Every morning, I ensure my children are up, clean, properly put together, feed, loved, warm, all of it. I make all their meals pretty much Bento style so super fun and decorated. Yet I find myself malnourished because I have nothing left for myself other then a pot of coffee and buttered toast. Something just to take the hunger pains away.
These honestly are moments where a breakdown is likely to occur. Why am I so clumsy? I can’t believe I just wasted all that coffee! What is wrong me!?! These are the raw and honest thoughts that occur in those moments. Is it really that big of a deal that I spilled the coffee? No. Just another mess to clean up and move on from. But I do sometimes get caught in the moment of defeat of a tired and weary woman.
Would you even believe that at 2:30pm when I pick up the little joys of my universe. That initial hug. That innocent smile. The excitement of professing the favorite part of their day that I was not there for. All of the tired and weariness, the failure of the day, spilled coffee and half eaten buttered toast, is no longer a thought nor a worry.
The pure love is so undeserving. I am not sure what I could have possibly done to have been so fortunate. But I wouldn’t trade any of it. I’ll just make another pot of coffee.
Momm3d 