It’s Monday and on Mondays I’m especially grateful for coffee. This morning, specifically, as my 4-year-old had a really tough time – and therefore gave me a really tough time – getting out of bed, dressed, and ready to go to school (day care).

She’s only 4 and can already lay the drama on thick in an attempt to get out of going to school: “I think I have a fever” or “I have a really bad cough” (fake coughs) or “My head hurts.”  Sheesh.  I really think I have a Ferris Bueller in the making.  Not good considering she hasn’t even started Kindergarten yet.  Anyway, she was ornery and whiney and it just wasn’t the makings for a great start to the work week. At all.

I could not get to my first sip of coffee fast enough.  The sweet aroma, the rich flavor, the soothing warmth – it’s my savior.