Why Won’t I Just Set the Automatic Brew Timer!
The alarm was telling me that it was 5:30 am. I didn’t believe it. “No freaking way,” I mumbled. I gave it another chance to convince me. In fact, I gave it five more chances to convince me.
At 5:30 am there is time to prepare coffee.
Time to check the weather or stare at an empty in-box. Save for the reminders from my Google calendar that I have nothing to do today. At least I’ve got all day to do it.
At 5:30 am there is time to prepare lunches.
There is time to gently rouse sleeping varmints.
Time to fold a load of laundry or start a new one.
At 5:30 am there is time to … take time.
At 6:15 am there is panic.
There is no gentle easing into the day.
At 6:15 am we are diving headlong in to the icy waters of running behind.
There is confusion.
There are disgruntled moans.
There may be tears.
There is no joy realized from the changing colors of milk at the bottom of the bowl. Cocoa Puffs need time to work their magic and we don’t have it at 6:15 am.
“You’re buying lunch today,” I announce.
They already knew that.
And so another day begins as so many of them do.
Long before we were ready.
I should believe my clock.
Because reality is a bitter pill, especially when you can’t wash it down with a freshly brewed cup of coffee.
Ugh Ed. I don’t do 5:30am or 6:15am. What time do your kids start school? 7?
Move to Canada. We start at 9. No need to stumble to the coffee pot before 8am.
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Ed Reply:
March 9th, 2010 at 4:34 pm
If only! The kids have to be ready to walk out of the door by 7. On the flip side–the school day is over by 2:30 pm.
I have always thought you should get up at the first alarm ring. This is a character flaw that really frustrates your wife when she gets to sleep later than you. You should resolve to conquer it before you get busted in the head with a pillow.
Ed Reply:
March 9th, 2010 at 5:47 pm
As opposed to the fist to my kidneys and the loving way you yell, “GET UP!!!” every morning?
Yes, no coffee first thing in the morning is always the bitterest of pills. I feel for you. Just don’t go to bed next time.
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Ed Reply:
March 9th, 2010 at 5:49 pm
I’m not sure what’s worse, no coffee or a freshly brewed pot of water.