Some days I think that it should be acceptable to drink wine all day long. Those are the days that I celebrate the invention of coffee. You will notice that I often speak about wine and coffee. Together they create a happy me.
When I open my eyes, the first thing I think about is that fresh hot cup of coffee. But then I am reminded by Miss A, ‘mummy I wee, I wee’. Of course there are more important things than my coffee.
Today I was placing my coffee cup on my nespresso machine, (who I lovingly refer to as George) when it slipped and shattered. I was devastated. Not because I had broken a glass, or that I now had to get the vacuum out and clean up my mess. BUT I was devastated that it was going to delay my happiness of drinking that glorious coffee.
Miss A ran into the kitchen and said ‘oh no mummy what’s that big noise’. Upon seeing the glass she boldly declared. ‘I help mummy, I help’. I think not little girl. Glass+toddler+bare feet=tragedy. So I battled her away with my free arm and picked up the glass pieces with the other. Obviously resulting in a cut finger, blood everywhere and Miss A being grossly repulsed at the disaster.
Really, a coffee addict should not have so much drama in the morning.
HAND OVER THE COFFEE AND NO ONE WILL GET HURT.
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