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An Ode to Monday Morning
Oh Monday MorningHowEarly You Come Cup of Coffee Number 2 doesn’t touch you, oh cruel Monday Morning. Lunches are packed, Kisses for the day are given, Boys are off to school, Hubs is off to work Sheets are off the bedDishwasher is emptiedWashing Machine is rumbling, removing a weekends worth of dirt from clothes, clothes, a mountain of clothes Lists have been made, The Day has been planned, all before 8 AM. But yes, I will conquer this day. I will prevail.Now let me go pour Cup Number 3 and add a shot of ‘Go Get ’em, Girlfriend’Let’s do this thing called Monday. – Leanne from MilitaryAvenue.com Join Us byLeanne KocsisonMonday, August 27, 2012Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare…
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Ode to the Coffee Bean
Just the thought of you motivates my legs to bear the full weight of my zombied body at some ungoldy hour as I trudge down the stairs in the morning; Your sweet aroma awakens my senses, helping my eyes to see beyond my nose, aiding my nose to take in the sweet perfume of a fresh new day (I”m sure that is what it is … as opposed to last night’s garbage or yesterday’s dinner dishes); The site of your sweet juice flowing into my favorite mug reminds me that ‘this too shall pass’: the baby will someday sleep through the night, the toddler will soon not be afraid of the monsters in his…
