The morning light enters through our bedroom windows beckoning me awake. In stubbornness I continue to lay, refusing to rise. Finally defeated, I arise. Surprised to see that it’s only 6:45am. Thoughts of fresh hot coffee & reading my new magazine enter my mind. Excited. I pour the last of the coffee beans into the grinder, it’s just enough for two cups. I plug-in the grinder and my beautiful coffee beans go flying everywhere. Surprisingly, I just laugh and gather the beans on the counter. Not really enough for two cups now due to the fact that I lost some beans to the floor. I decide to add some espresso so at least there are two cups of coffee. Coffee is brewing. Still excited. The next thing I hear is running water. What? This can’t be; the man (husband) is now also awake. Drat! My excitement of a peaceful coffee drinking & reading went out the window. I try to be…well, I don’t know what I was trying to be, but I didn’t want him to know that I was disappointed that he was already awake (because I love him so). Maybe I can still have my morning.
I get the coffee and my magazine & head to the sun porch. Ahhhh, lovely. I received the magazine on Monday & didn’t want to open it until I could really sit down & enjoy it. That day I thought would be today. enthusiastically I open the magazine & start reading the editor letter…this is like page one. Before I can even finish I hear the man calling my name from the back of the house, asking me to help him take out the trash. Unbelievable. I’m not happy & chose to act like I don’t hear him. Now I feel guilty so I go to help him & he’s got it all. Unfortunately I can’t go back to my peaceful moment; the dream is shattered. My husband is now @ the computer watching & listening to movie trailers. So I decide in order to keep my sanity (& a happy marriage) I will just flip through my magazine, let my husband look at it, and read it tomorrow morning after he leaves for work.