How I love you. How I need you.
You give me strength. Once I have my hands wrapped around a warm cup of you, and breathe in your aroma, and take that first sip, I start to feel ready to face the day. Which is lucky, because I have a lot to face.
Here are the kind of tasks I can only get through after I’ve had my first coffee of the day.
I’m sure most of you will relate…
Asking my children to get out of bed.
Telling my children to get out of bed.
Dragging my children out of bed.
Making toast for my children.
Dealing with tears because I cut my son’s toast into four squares instead of five.
Feeding toast to dogs, who are equally unimpressed.
Convincing my son he’s old enough to go to the toilet by himself.
Cleaning the wee off the toilet floor.
Resolving a dispute arising from one child breathing on the other one.
Explaining that in this house, we do not hurt/pinch/maim each other.
Taking a load of laundry out of the washing machine.