I really don’t like it when bloggers only put their amazing superwomen faces on and act like everything is perfect. So in effort to keep-it-real, here is a true story that happened in my house yesterday:
Coffee in my mug and in yours…If you were really sitting across the table from me right now, I would reach out to you, grab your hand, hold it gently, and tell you who you are.
I hear you tell me that you are busy…
I hear you tell me that you are stressed…
Good morning, Friend!
Seeing as this is our first cup of coffee together, we should get to know each other!
Number one thing you should now about me is that like it or not I live from one cup of coffee to another. I really need an IV drip of it. I used to blame my need for coffee on my kids, but now that they sleep through the night (for the most part) I can only say that I typically burn the candle at both ends. (Make no mistake…I love my life!)