My morning cup of coffee, is more than just some silly caffeine fix. It's my nod to the day. My way of getting mentally prepared for the chaos that will soon begin.
Having two young girls, under four, is chaos in its most reliable sense. Without my fake vanilla flavored, possibly over sugared, cafe, where would my head emerge? I rely on this cup probably too much, but then again, I don't have a coffee break at 10am, and a cigarette break at three. I get no breaks, I am a mom. If I need one darn cup of coffee to make me feel better, so be it. Cheers to the cup of Joe.
