I think I warm my coffee up a minimum of 3 times before I actually finish the cup. Maybe it's because I prefer to sip at a leisurely pace. Or maybe it's because of the multiple distractions and interruptions from my darling children. We've been up for about two hours and it feels like so much longer. I will attribute that to the two naps I took last night versus getting a good night's rest. I went to Whole Foods last night from 9:00 - 10:00, came home, unpacked groceries, cleaned out fridge, emptied and filled dishwasher and made a cup of chamomile tea before going to bed at around midnight. Emerson sensed this and woke up around 3am...and then again at 7am.
Kids can sense weakness around the same level of accuracy as a drug-sniffing dog. Hence why today's cup of coffee is so very important. And why I will continue to pour, reheat and repeat until I feel like coffee is literally running through my veins. I gotta keep up my game or daughter #1 will sniff out my weakness and well, that would really stink up the day for everyone involved. I'll lose my temper, she'll tell me not to "well at her", I'll yell at her, everyone (including the dog) will go to time-out and Ben will come home to what looks like a war-torn country.
So here's to coffee and avoiding mini-world wars. Time to shower, get the girls together and roll to my dermatologist appointment. Then off to an egg-trodinary Easter get together with good friends. Who I'm quite sure can relate to the importance of coffee, regardless of how many times it gets reheated in a day.
Word. J
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