Anyone who knows me knows my love of coffee. My best friend Michelle jokes that I know only 2 words in the morning – “Cof fee”
Today is one of those rare days where not even coffee is motivating me. 3 cups later and I’m still feeling lethargic and tired and not even ready to face the next hour, let alone grocery shopping and taking the monsters to kindy for another attempt at that drama.
So, whilst going to bed last night with a dream of writing the latest installment in the poo saga, as well as an update of all the things going on here … I won’t. I’m going to make cup number 4, and I’m going to try to wake up.
