Coffee

Today started many, many hours ago. I woke up around 5:15 to Ella yelling “yummy” from her crib. We think that means milk. Or maybe banana. In any regards, it does not mean, “I want to go back to sleep.” Shortly after Ella’s noise, I got a text message. Who, pray tell, texts before 6 am? Well, other mom friends of course.

My friend Lauren was already wondering if I wanted to go get coffee. She lives down the street, and her son apparently caught the early train to wake-up land as well.

But here’s the problem. No place in town is open at sunrise. Not the number one breakfast place. Not the grocery store. Not even, and in my interests, most importantly, the coffee shop.

So there we were, anxiously awaiting 7:30, left to ponder our pre-coffee misery in the presence of wide eyed children.

In order to kill time before the cafe opened, I did some laundry. Ella tested out the box fan to see what would happen if she stuck her fingers in it. Luckily it was off. Harrison woke up and immediately asked to do fun things. WTF dude? It’s not even light out.

When we finally did get to the cafe, we set up camp on some comfy couches where the kids could snuggle up and read with us or from where they could sit quietly in the toy section of the shop. Instead, they ran rampant through the tables like pinballs. I am pretty sure this has nothing to do with the fact that we gave them cookies before breakfast. We were considering their behavior exemplary because A) None of our three combined children escaped out the front door onto the busy street (this actually happens on a regular basis) and B) Harrison did not hit any children with the toy ladle from the kitchen like last time.

We got some side-eyes from childless patrons-get this-looking for a peaceful place to enjoy their morning cup of joe. Ha! No, my fellow townsfolk! We are all awake now, and we are going to share with you the vexation that is morning time with toddlers. They always say that it takes a village, and you indeed are part of our village. Of course there were some smiling onlookers, but those were the same people, I noticed, that were taking their coffee to go. Sorry but not sorry, fellow coffee drinkers. Us mamas need that caffeine the most.

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Author: livefromtimeout

I am a stay at home mom of two vivacious toddlers, ages one and three. When I'm not refereeing, I like to workout and drink wine. But not at the same time.

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