My typical morning looks something like this:
- Reluctantly open my eyes and force myself to get out of bed.
- Stumble in the general direction of the coffee pot.
- Make the coffee, still half-asleep.
- Drink the coffee and become fully conscious.
Anyone who’s ever lived with me knows this one simple rule:
Do not talk to me until I’ve had my coffee.
Don’t ask me any stupid questions (and every question before coffee is considered stupid). Don’t tell me anything important that I might need to remember. I don’t care if the house is on fire–it has to wait until I’ve finished my first cup.
My coffee time is sacred.
Your safest bet is to refrain from breathing in my direction until my mug is completely empty.
The only living, breathing human on the planet who is an exception to this rule is my toddler. I don’t have to come up with a coherent response to his early-morning chatter. I can respond purely in grunts and nods.
Usually, I make a point to get up before Jayden does so I can enjoy a few precious moments of silence while I sip my brew. Silence is a rare gift that none can appreciate more than the mom of a two- or three-year-old.
Trust me, my coffee time is for my sanity–and your safety.
What about you? Are you a fellow coffee addict, or just need a couple minutes of quiet in the morning before the chaos begins? Leave me a comment and let me know!