Coffee

Coffee! Coffee is on my mind. It is more that a warm fuzzy cup or neat little social experience. No, it is an absolute requirement to my ability to deal with the morning. Take for instance this morning, normal typical, and average. I wake up because I can hear Jordan and Jonah laughing and "talking" in their room. First thought, ok I now have to get up. Second thought--what have they done now? Third thought--there is no one else here to deal with this but me. Fourth thought--Can Jacob be mom for the morning? I force myself out of a perfectly warm and comfortable bed to go investigate. Jordan is smiling sweetly with a "hi mom." First sign of trouble. Jonah is looking over the edge of his bed with a beautiful smile on a precious face. It looks as if he again has fallen victim to one of Jordan's experiments. --Let's se if I can put enough ingredients into Jonah's bed if he will become part of my breakfast experiment-- The bed side table with a basket of blankets has been dumped on the floor to make room for the onslaught, all of Jonah's blankets have been kindly removed from his bed and have been replaced by cereal. This time I got there before Jordan added the milk, but he has been too quick for me in the past. Jonah never knows what has hit him in the form of his brother the tornado. Jonah still has cereal stuck to his butt and has taken the time to dance and squish many many many pieces, so that is good. So, back to coffee. It is a REQUIREMENT for my sanity; it is an absolute imperative if my eyes will be able to open fully. I have to go and reevaluate the damage in a minute, but my eyes are only opened half way. So I will be needing the good stuff. I have to go now because the cyclone of terror has moved to my room where I can hear my penny jar being emptied and pennies are falling down the heating vent. COFFEE NOW