I don't really drink coffee, which is probably shocking for all the sleep deprived mothers who may read this post. On a rare occasion I will have a cup of coffee, when I'm in the mood for one, but for the most part coffee makes me crash in the afternoons and often leads to a headache. However, one of the first things I do in the morning is make myself a cup of tea. So I can relate to the coffee drinkers out there... sort of.
I fix myself a cup of tea and let it sit for awhile, too hot to really drink, and I get busy making some breakfast for Jamesie, which usually consists of some type of fruit and protein source such as ricotta cheese. Every now and then I'll give him some grains like oatmeal, Cheerios, or like this morning grits with sausage.
My tea sits lonely on the counter while I fix Jamesie his breakfast and simultaneously clean up the dish towels and tupperware containers he has managed to throw all over the kitchen floor. I get him harnessed into his highchair, put his bib on and quickly give him some food before his protests against being confined turns into a real melt down. Then I turn to my tea and find it room temperature at best, so I pop it into the microwave for 40 seconds. In those 40 seconds Jamesie has thrown his spoon on the floor 4 times, drenched himself with water ("spill proof" sippy cups are a joke), and fed the dog most of his sausage.
Unconsciously I take my tea out of the microwave and set in on the counter. I manage to take a few bites of whatever I can while offering Jamesie more food. He pushes my hand away or swipes all of his food off of his tray letting me know that he is finished, so I unbuckle him and carry him over to the sink where I wash off his hands and face and put him on the ground. I longingly think of my tea, but proceed to clean his highchair and dishes and put away any spare food.
Jamesie pulls himself up to a stand using my pant leg, complaining so I bend down and scoop him up. I smell a dirty diaper. I check the clock and notice that I am running late for whatever activity James may have so I hurry to finish cleaning up the kitchen and then run to change Jamesie's diaper and most likely his food stained clothes. By the time I return to the kitchen I am five minutes behind schedule. I grab my wallet and keys and make sure I have all the necessities in the diaper bag. Only then do I remember my tea. With Jamesie on my hip, the keys in my hand and the diaper bag on my back, I one handedly pour my cold tea into a to-go mug and walk out of the door.
That's what a typical morning in my world looks like. I'm not hurrying out of the door to make it to the office on time, or packing up my laptop and books for a graduate school course. I'm taking care of another human. I'm making sure he gets the nourishment he needs, and has his diaper changed, and doesn't break into the cabinet where we keep the chemicals. I go to parks and play groups and I do a lot of laundry. I write when I can and I've mastered the art of multi-tasking. I think about upcoming meals and sleeping schedules, and I am always flexible with what I am doing because, you know... toddlers. So in the mornings I drink my tea cold, and if I'm lucky I'll get a hot cup in the afternoon while Jamesie sleeps. Such is motherhood.