M-o-m-m-y needs c-o-f-f-e-e

If I could have a theme song for my life, this would be it.

M-O-M-M-Y needs C-O-F-F-E-E
D-A-D-D-Y needs C-O-F-F-E-E
I love my kid... I love my kid Gosh, I love my kid
But I need what I need, and I need a lot of what I need is C-O-F-F-E-E
M-O-M-M-Y needs C-O-F-F-E-E
D-A-D-D-Y needs C-O-F-F-E-E
I want a latte, a cappuccino And tonight I think I’ll have a little vino
M-O-M-M-Y needs C-O-F-F-E-E
D-A-D-D-Y needs C-O-F-F-E-E

There are days when I don't think I'd make it without some coffee. Most days, I drink so much coffee I get the coffee jitters. You know, where you shake and you talk really fast and you're pretty much bouncing off the walls? That's pretty much me every day.

You see, I have a 2 year old who never sleeps. He fights sleep at night. He still wakes up some nights all night long. And now he is waking up before my alarm goes off, just as the sun is peaking out. I also have a 6 year old. I need the coffee for her so I have the energy to say 5,000 times in one morning "get dressed." I need the energy so I can say 6,000 times "put your shoes on." The repetition alone calls for one full cup.

So every morning, I stumble to the kitchen where the first thing I do is get the coffee going. Once I can smell the coffee, I am okay. I can wake up a little, greet the family. Fix my son's chocolate milk (he needs his milk first thing like I need my coffee). Once I pour the first cup, I can start loving husband, instead of glaring at him as if it's his fault. What's his fault? I'm not sure.

My entire life revolves around coffee. I'm not kidding. This is one post I am not exaggerating. If I have to rush out of the house before being able to make coffee, I am crabby until I can get to a Starbucks. Or sometimes I just accept the fact we are going to be late somewhere because I am making coffee.

This song is such my theme song, my 2 year old son sings this song in the morning. He can spell coffee. He recognizes Starbucks like he recognizes McDonald's. He knows how many scoops of coffee go in a pot. And the daughter knows not to ask me anything until I've had some coffee.

Wine (vino) is also a very big part of our lives. I say "our" because husband enjoys wine too. He's actually very good with the whole tasting bit. Me, on the other hand...well, I look at wine as not something to savior for its taste. Rather, it's something to gulp down and pour another to help me relax. At the end of a very bad day, a little vino helps to calm the nerves. It helps me get through the bedtime routines without yelling.

Our fridge and pantry is stocked with bottles of wine. I don't drink wine like I drink coffee though. Maybe I should. Maybe I'd sleep, even through the 2 year old awake times throughout the night. Then I wouldn't need the coffee so much. Or maybe I should give the 2 year old some wine! Okay, I'm kidding. I would never! That's why they make Benadryl. (I'm kidding about that too! I promise!)

You see, I've come to realize that my life really does revolve around a stimulant. I need coffee like I need water or oxygen. I need it to get through the day, to keep up with a little person. A person who seems so small, who has the sweetest smile but beyond all that, he's a bundle of trouble. An endless stream of energy. A person who seems so small, yet can leave such a wake of disaster behind him it looks as if I'd been burglarized.

And my 6 year old? Well, her hearing has been checked and it's fine, so I don't know why she can't hear me the first time I tell her to do something. I think the hearing test thingie must be broken or out of whack or something. Because if it's not broken, then that would mean my 6 year old is ignoring me.

I do love them. But M-o-m-m-y needs c-o-f-f-e-e.