After the week I've had, I feel like it's an appropriate time to introduce you to my very best friend. She's been in my life for as long as I can remember and she's been by my side every day since. She has a pretty strong personality, but I prefer when she's her warm, sweet self. When I'm too tired to get out of bed in the morning, she's there for me; when I'm in desperate need of a supportive shove to make it through that PTSA meeting, she's there for me; when the baby is up 8x a night, she's there for me. I truthfully don't know where I'd be without her. She helps to keep me sane, patient, and oh so jolly. I'd like to introduce you to my best pal, Coffee!
Many of you have asked me where my energy comes from...
"How does she do it?"
"When does she ever slow down?"
"Mommy!! The baby pulled my hair!!"
I am not even kidding. Coffee is a serious staple in my life. Before my feet even hit the floor, I begin longing for the glorious sound of the Keurig machine, preparing itself for a full day of fuel-ups. Sometimes, between the making of lunches, prepping of snack bags, getting the kids dressed, hair done, teeth brushed, dog fed, beds made, laundry started, dishwasher unloaded, and breakfast made and served, that cup of coffee serves as my only breakfast.
I'll be the first to admit that as bubbly and positive as I always appear to be, that isn't always the case before that first cup of Joe. Until I've had that very first sip, my brain is unable to translate whine, it's unable to determine whether or not Pirate's Booty is an acceptable breakfast, and it most certainly is incapable of answering one of the thousands of "Why Mommy?" questions that are asked of me throughout the day, like "Mommy...why do I have a penis?"...Coffee.
Dunkin Donuts and Starbucks are to me, what Disney World is to a child or what retirement is to the full-time employed. It's my reward after a long day, my incentive to surviving a shopping trip with the kiddos, sometimes it's just my escape after dropping my older two off at their schools. When that delicious cup of caffeine, cream, and sugar is safely in my hands, all is right in the world.
When it comes to parenting, I am far from perfect. Just like everyone else, I'm doing the absolute best I can. I spend every waking second playing referee, personal chef, life coach, art teacher, nurse, maid, tutor, translator, private investigator, and the list goes on. I'm tired, I'm worn out, and sometimes I lose steam...but I love my life and I love my babies! With a cup of coffee in my hand, anything is possible...that is...until 5pm rolls around and it's time for wine...
...bottom's up, fellow moms!