Peach State says: Maybe Just One More Cup!
After a quick sip of my “Heavenly Brew”, to ease the taking of my morning meds, I headed upstairs with hubby’s coffee (quad-Venti-vanilla-latte’) and oatmeal. He
cheerfully dragged his feet as he entered his office and with a deep wrinkled brow said “Why are you so angry?” “Uh…I haven’t even said anything yet!” “Well you didn’t have to yell!” Confused I sat down and drank more coffee (my typical Venti-6 shot-espresso with a tablespoon of flavoring) and hoped hubby’s coffee would quickly change his outlook! Thirty minutes later I gathered the empty bowl and the travel mug and headed downstairs to begin the next segment of my morning routine. As I began to walk past the desk hubby looked at his watch…I smiled and said, “You wanted to get an early start…right?”… “I know, I know…don’t get so angry!” Nope…Coffee is still not working!
Once downstairs, with the youngest, I begin to set up hubby’s travel cup as a breakfast bowl is tossed onto the table. Cereal is poured followed by milk…SLURRRP…SLURRRP! “Could you please reduce the slurping to a soft roar?” The look on his face was not a happy-love-you-mom-you’re-the-best look.
“Maybe Just One More Cup!”
By the time I finish it I will be the only person at home. OR… maybe I should make sure to give the youngest a cup with breakfast and just ignore the sleepy hubby! On second thought I should just continue doing the same old routine and realize I am happier with my coffee…and that is all that matters…RIGHT? “Yeah, I didn’t think so!” I do want everyone happy and nice!
Hubby has just left for his daily 50 minute trek and the youngest is frantically pushing the tiny buttons on his phone. Five more minutes! Sip…sip The under the breath reading and humming is becoming a tad bit annoying. (If you have ever heard a tone-deaf Gollum sing or hum then you will understand better what I am exoeriencing!)
OOO…he stands and plugs his phone back on the charger and…(heart sinking disappointment) he waits for a reply! Whatever happened to watching the clock to leave? SIP!. Wait for it…”Have a great day!”
The solitary clock is ticking as the gentle hum of the fridge cycles off. The sound of a school bus passing the house as the dogs next door bark at the gathered children waiting for the last bus to run it’s route. SIP…”Good morning from this HAPPY and Highly Misunderstood NICE Person!
“May your cup runneth over with joy, love and laughter oh, and really fabulous coffee!”