Morning Coffee Blurbs
X-POSTED FROM FB FROM 13-DEC-2018
I’m
not sure when we decided to turn into adults...or at least a slight
resemblance one of anyway, but it’s 0730 and I’ve already got the
animals fed, watered, and settled...Shade is off to school, Isaac is
eating his breakfast of sausage, apples, string cheese, &
milk..there’s a load of laundry washing, I’ve made coffee, and turned on
all the Christmas trees and lights. I’m drinking my coffee and
the only slight resemblance of someone under 65 is that it’s still
basic white girl style. I’m watching Log Cabin Living on HGTV (which is
ridiculous by the way because, their budget is $450,000, and they’re
like, I dunno...a stay at home mom and an Eddie Bauer store employee;
I’d have to become a contract killer and win the lottery to have that
budget)and I’m searching for healthy breakfast loaf recipes on
Pinterest and the plan is to start that and clean the floors before Darrell Dicey
gets home from night shift. He’s just as bad. He’s at work watching
the sun come up drinking black coffee and watching headline news.
I won’t lie. Life moves quick and you transition from sleeping til 1400, no kids, little responsibility, living and loving whoever you think the time is right for. Working at some random job trying to thumb your way through what you wanna do with your life...spending money on only you. Eating out of the freezer (which I still do a LOT lol) and dreading tomorrow because you have to go back to work and dreading getting older at the same time but also wishing time would speed up. I spent so many years not envying my mom and her peaceful early mornings drinking coffee and now I find myself drinking coffee at my plant table staring outside just watching it get lighter and lighter. Or on my back porch watching the sun come over the tree-line and enjoying the quiet. I find myself desiring that. Not envying a noisy house when you walk back in full of little feet pitter pattering across the floor and squeals of laughter and maybe some pre pubescent boy voices upstairs fighting over a video game and the clicking of the goofy dogs nails on the tile following a close 1.5” from my butthole. Now desiring a house full of very disorganized chaos, only sometimes organized chaos...when I’m on my A game. A big family. A warm house. An early morning. Excited faces at Christmas, a long drive to work to enjoy my coffee and listen to a podcast and watch it grow lighter outside as I drive to a job that I love and appreciate.
I always wondered what life would be like once I was 30...dreaded it. But honestly my 30s have been my best years so far. Truly. So don’t fear getting older. I look forward to 40, because I know as long as I have my family and my wonderful husband, life can only get better. I don’t look for life to slow down anytime soon or to get any LESS chaotic š some of y’all feel me. But that’s why taking a little you time - a weekend of privacy - or a little get away is so important. But I always look forward to coming back to my big box of chaos. I might complain but don’t get it twisted, I’m thankful as hell.
And don’t worry, we might seem like adults but we will be fanning farts on each other later, having a night cap with some bourbon and planning our next random adventure and laughing at cat videos.
I won’t lie. Life moves quick and you transition from sleeping til 1400, no kids, little responsibility, living and loving whoever you think the time is right for. Working at some random job trying to thumb your way through what you wanna do with your life...spending money on only you. Eating out of the freezer (which I still do a LOT lol) and dreading tomorrow because you have to go back to work and dreading getting older at the same time but also wishing time would speed up. I spent so many years not envying my mom and her peaceful early mornings drinking coffee and now I find myself drinking coffee at my plant table staring outside just watching it get lighter and lighter. Or on my back porch watching the sun come over the tree-line and enjoying the quiet. I find myself desiring that. Not envying a noisy house when you walk back in full of little feet pitter pattering across the floor and squeals of laughter and maybe some pre pubescent boy voices upstairs fighting over a video game and the clicking of the goofy dogs nails on the tile following a close 1.5” from my butthole. Now desiring a house full of very disorganized chaos, only sometimes organized chaos...when I’m on my A game. A big family. A warm house. An early morning. Excited faces at Christmas, a long drive to work to enjoy my coffee and listen to a podcast and watch it grow lighter outside as I drive to a job that I love and appreciate.
I always wondered what life would be like once I was 30...dreaded it. But honestly my 30s have been my best years so far. Truly. So don’t fear getting older. I look forward to 40, because I know as long as I have my family and my wonderful husband, life can only get better. I don’t look for life to slow down anytime soon or to get any LESS chaotic š some of y’all feel me. But that’s why taking a little you time - a weekend of privacy - or a little get away is so important. But I always look forward to coming back to my big box of chaos. I might complain but don’t get it twisted, I’m thankful as hell.
And don’t worry, we might seem like adults but we will be fanning farts on each other later, having a night cap with some bourbon and planning our next random adventure and laughing at cat videos.
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