Sunday, February 5, 2012

Anywhere I Want It, Just the Way I Like It

Weekend mornings are the best.  My husband - without fail - gives it to me wherever I might happen to be, and just the way I like it.  Any room in the house is fair game.  Sometimes he even gives it to me outside.

I'm talking about coffee, of course.

Hot, right?

This morning I was in full on mom-martyr mode.  You know the mindspace - if I don't do it it doesn't get done.  This was to be the first morning since I've been home that I'd be able to sleep past 6 and - in fairness - that did happen.  It was 6:15 when the "Mom, I need"s started.

Before my husband rolled out of bed I'd gotten up and dressed, gone to the grocery store, juiced 4 pounds of oranges and had the juice chilling, did a load of laundry, and sewed elastic in my daughter's leg warmers.  

Yep.

Martyr mode.

But then.....

But then he brought me my coffee.

Just the way I like it.

And I relaxed.

I stopped huffing and puffing and martyring about and sat down and sipped my coffee.

Slowly.

Because that's the way I like it.

1 comment:

Polly Janos said...

Aw, you coffee whore, you! :o)

Seriously, though, I know what you mean. I am truly grateful that Mr. Sister makes a full pot before I wake up.