A morning at home …

Today will be the last morning George wakes up in our home for at least the next few months. That is just weird. Aside from sleepovers and camps, for the past 18 years he has been here in the morning.

George is an early riser. He always has been. Even as a baby. He's quiet for about 30 minutes after waking up. When he comes to the kitchen he is "officially" wake enough to eat and say good morning. He drinks coffee now and has a routine that is so … um … adult-like. I saw changes in him coming over the past few years. Really it was more like "sneaking" into our lives like a thief in the night and changing my little boy, who loved cereal and cartoons, into a young man.

I know that George will be back again, and in the scope of things, relatively soon. But it will all be different then. He will have changed even more. College and moving away just does that to you. As it should. I wonder what our new mornings will look like when he returns? I'm sure he will be even more mature. More worldly. More wise. But no matter how much life changes him, or how much he ages, he will always wake up and be my little boy.

Well, I hope you all start the day with someone you love!!!

K-Cups and some tears …

We all drink different coffees in the house, which is why I feel that the Keurig is just about the best invention ever made for a busy family of coffee drinkers. We use that thing of beauty ALL day long. So you could image that yesterday when I found K-cups on sale for $5.99 a box I got quite excited. I even found my son George’s favorite, Starbucks Italian Roast. We have actually had a hard time finding it lately so I bought three boxes, one for home and two to pack in his things for college. I did all this without really thinking about it. Until this morning. And the it hit me hard. REAL hard.

I woke up early this morning and decided to make a big breakfast for my family. As I was busy preparing things I decided to stop and stock our K-Cup holder. I started with George’s Italian Roast … and I began to cry. The box contained just enough K-Cups to get him through until the day he leaves for college. Oh, yeah. I cried.

It’s moments like these that I question my sanity. How can K-Cups reduce a grown woman to tears? Clearly this can’t be even remotely normal! I ultimately calmed my insanity worries by remembering that a mother’s love knows no boundaries. This love is THE REAL DEAL. We love over time. Across the miles. Through joy and laughter. And in sadness and tears. We LOVE a BIG love. It’s shocking when you first experience it too. I believe that prior to having children women can only fathom this love. They know it will be strong and forever. But HOLY MOLY, when that baby becomes your reality, you are CONSUMED with a love you have never known. Understatedly, it’s wonderful. And once you have experienced this MOM LOVE you wouldn’t know what to do without it … because that love seeps into EVERY aspect of your being. Even into your morning coffee.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you share a cup of coffee with someone who gave you the gift of love!!!

Be considerate of others … 

I met my best friend from high school at Starbucks today and we ended up having a discussion about rude people. This came after both of us witnessed an older gentleman tripping over a computer cord plugged in to an outlet. The cord was stretched across the floor to a table where a young woman sat working on her computer. Luckily the man wasn’t hurt, but clearly this was unsafe. Yet even after the man got caught up in the woman’s cord she did nothing about it. My best friend and I were utterly shocked. Thus, we began discussing the entitlement of certain people. How some people believe that their needs or wants far out way those of others. We discussed how we do our best to not welcome these types of souls into our lives. And that it’s OK to set limits with people who do us no good. It’s not always easy. But it’s definitely a necessity.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are considerate of others!!!

A special treat …

Early Sunday mornings are the most mellow time of my week. And by early, I mean EARLY. I tend to wake up before everyone else but on Sunday it’s just different. I wake up much earlier than I need to, and all on my own. It’s quieter than a typical day. There is a stillness in our home that is unusual. And incredibly pleasant. I often get to enjoy my coffee in bed. Uninterrupted. It. Is. WONDERFUL.

Well, I hope you all have a day that starts with a special treat!!!

Sticky feet … 

I raced into yoga late this morning. Luckily the class started late too so I didn’t miss much. I normally try to get in there early enough to set up my little area so I have room around me for my things. My bag, towel, block and whatever I’m drinking. Most classes I just have a bottle of water with me but Friday’s I tend to have coffee. Probably because it’s the day I always seem crunched for time.

Anyway, because I was late I just tossed my things to the floor, threw open my mat and jumped in doing neck stretches. I didn’t have time to get my bearings on where my stuff was in spatial relation to my uncoordinated, gangly, half-asleep body. The second we started our “flow” this became painfully obvious. I kicked my coffee over and it spilled perfectly into my silver sandal. I honestly don’t think I could have done that even if I tried and had good aim.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t have sticky feet!!!

Smelly … 

This morning I ran and didn’t have time to shower before I had to get Libs up for and to a Digital Media Arts Academy workshop. I quickly made breakfast and proceeded to toss a french toast medallion covered in marinated strawberries all over my leg, foot and kitchen floor. As I ran out the door with my coffee to take Libs to the workshop I spilled my coffee all over my left boob. Thank God it wasn’t nearly as hot as it could have been. I got home from dropping Libs off and got Reese ready to go to summer school. One of her favorite things for lunch is Trader Joe’s version of Spaghetti-Os. When I was putting the can of Os into a microwave save bowl I managed to spill them on my tank and shorts. At this point I realized that I probably shouldn’t wear anything nice today … and that I really needed a shower.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you aren’t smelly!!!

A dramatically desperate coffee drinker …

I am tired … no … I mean REALLY tired … and we are traveling. My need for coffee and, sadly, my dependency on others to prepare my coffee has put me in a utter state of despair. I … can’t … go … on. 

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t feel dramatically desperate!!!