This morning, my house smells divine. All it takes to make me happy in the morning is the smell of fresh coffee. And as my household knows, I couldn’t go without – if Mama ain’t got coffee, ain’t nobody happy!!!!
My family cracks me up. There is myself, my loving husband, a 14 year old boy, a 10 year old boy, and 3 dogs, 2 of which are little bits. For such a small house, we have a lot of chaos. This has never been more apparent to me than this last few weeks.
My husband has been working graveyard. When I first became a stay at home mom, early last year, he was on days. It was so easy to get into a routine – he goes to work, our oldest goes to school, I sleep a little later, then I get up. I have nice, quiet, coffee time before my youngest gets up (he goes to school online).
I adore my husband. I adore waking up in the morning and he’s right there. And when I get out of the shower, he’s waiting for me. And as I am drinking my very first cup of coffee? Yep, there he is. And I adore the fact that he doesn’t really take a lot of time to “wake up” in the morning, after about 10 minutes, his brain seems to be functioning perfectly, with no blissful, hot, smooth caffeinated assistance whatsoever. (No, that’s not jealousy. Honest. Honest. Nope. Not even a little bit.)
Now when I get up, instead of Mamas Coffee Time, my husband has just gotten home. At about 3, he goes to bed, and I have my peace finally. Except for the dogs. Climbing up on my head. Fighting over the nylabone (of which there are two, by the way. They just both want the one that has been chewed down to a nub). And then the old dog growling and the pups, as they are encroaching on her rug. And the the 14 year old gets home. Full of 14 year old conversation. For the rest of the night.
Right now, though, my husband has been working some doubles, to get ready for our vacation later this year. So he doesn’t get home until about 3 in the afternoon, and then goes to bed after about 30 minutes. And my 14 year old has baseball practice until about 5:30. And so I get peace. And I have to admit, I kinda like it.
Although I adore him. And my dogs. And my kids.
And my coffee.
(And that coffee cup up there? He bought for me on our honeymoon!)