But really, isn’t every day National Coffee Day? Especially Mondays! Monday mornings are rough, yo. After my phone alarm and my whining dog work together to jolt me awake, I head into the kids’ rooms to be abused by four little crabapples who are decidedly NOT morning people. I’ve learned that it’s much harder to wake kids up after you let them get loft beds. If they aren’t feeling that morning wakeup call, they just roll away, out of your reach! Then I head downstairs and stand bleary-eyed in my kitchen, counting out Capri Suns and baggies of fruit into a row of open lunchboxes. About the time I’ve got sandwiches in baggies, my coffee is done. BLISS. On Monday morning, that first sip of coffee is absolute heaven. It’s like a little cup of magic, filling me up with warmth and light just like the sunlight peeking up over the rooftops. I don’t know if it’s a physical addiction or a psychological one, but I sure do love me some coffee.
I didn’t start drinking coffee until I was 33 years old. It wasn’t until after I gave birth to my SECOND set of twins that I realized I needed something to keep me going, and Diet Coke wasn’t cutting it. And then I discovered Starbucks skinny vanilla lattes, and that was it for me. I don’t have four babies in the house anymore, but I still love my coffee!
More coffee goodness for you:
- How to Make Your Own Pumpkin Spice Lattes
- How to Make Your Own Coffee Syrups
- How to Clean Your Keurig