The scene: early in the morning, I get up, make a pot of coffee and have a warm cup or two before getting ready for the day. The coffee is creamy, smooth and hot. That cup of coffee stays hot until I drain my mug and reach for another.
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| Hot until the last drop. Photo courtesy of freedigitalphotos.com |
My siblings often lament a cup of hot coffee. The other weekend, we were all at my parent’s house and I made a pot of coffee. My Sister and her husband and my Brother were downright orgasmic to wrap their hands around a warm mug and sit and drink the entire cup. The kids were occupied with Husband at the time and on the other side of the house. They told me that every time they pour themselves a mug, a child wants this, someone starts to cry, another poops, someone's cereal spills, the channel needs turning, someone needs a drink... and the whole time their precious cup of coffee goes cold.
Such a simple pleasure in my world was seen as an indulgence in those with children. I wonder when they’ll be able to have a hot cup of coffee and finish it before the cream gets scummy on top. In the meantime, I think I pour myself another cup, another warm, delicious cup. It’s an upside.
