I never get to finish my coffee.
That sentence is almost sacrilegious, isn’t it? But it’s the truth. Every time I pour myself some coffee and sit to drink it, it seems my son needs something or the other taken care of. I always get interrupted by the need for a diaper change (he’s 14 months old) or a bottle made or just plain wanting attention. If it isn’t the kid, it’s the list of chores that call to me. I get side-tracked, start doing something, put my coffee down and lose it.
Just once, I want my child to let me drink my coffee. I can guarantee he would find that I’m a much more pleasant woman once I’ve had it. However, it seems I’m doomed to never finishing my coffee. Parenting is funny that way.
I really wouldn’t change a thing though. Watching a 14 mother old wobble as he takes a few steps is the cutest thing. Seeing him bounce up and down at the sight of you is adorable. And his smile. Yes, parenting is rewarding.
If only I could finish my coffee.