Coffee

I was talking to my friend S at work today who was having a particularly bad day and she said she felt a lot better after having coffee. And I knew exactly what she meant! Since my child is still waking up multiple times at night to eat...I often find myself perched on the rocking chair holding my offspring as she dilly dallies through her feeding and looking at the giant red numbers on the digital clock and counting how many hours till I will have to drag my butt out of bed and get ready to go to work. And the only thing that seems to get me through the late night feedings sometimes is the thought of arriving at work, sitting at my desk and drinking my first cup of coffee of the day...no baby, no anybody...just me and my cup of Joe...ready to take on the new day.