That's right. I'm talking about coffee. Every morning at the most ungodly hour my little man is awake and babbling in his crib. A few minutes later the babbling turns into hollers of protest. I some how manage to peel myself from my soft, warm, oh so comfortable bed and stumble into his room. My eyes are still barely open at this point but I some how manage to change Carsen's diaper and button up his jammies straight. We make our way to the kitchen where the Holy Grail awaits my arrival on the counter, my coffee pot. I so look forward to pressing the percolator button and listen. In the process of the brewing coffee Carsen is fed and settled in his jump-a-roo while I make my first cup of the morning.
And let me tell you, there is nothing like the first sip in the early morning. It is practically an out of body experience. As I nurse my first mug of the morning I feel the signs of life sparking in me, and its all down hill from there. As a working-student-new mom you may very well continuously hear about my love affair with coffee through my blogging...... Just sayin.
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