Coffee With Friends Friday

I love coffee.  Love, love, love coffee.  Sometimes, I drink almost a whole pot of coffee in the mornings before leaving for work and I still want to take more with me but I feel super bad because hubs needs coffee too.

So, I make him another pot.  I'm not a completely selfish wife.

However, drinking coffee whilst getting ready for work is nothing compared to drinking coffee with your girlfriends.  Chatting about anything, everything and staying way too long.

When I saw this linky party started by Ashley at Eisy Morgan, for a minute I was stumped about what I would share.  I thought of the title and it came to me; some of the sweetest memories I have that revolve around coffee.

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I spent a few days in Seattle with my friend Shannon back in 2007.  We went everywhere and everywhere we went, we had coffee in hand.

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You will see me on top of the Space Needle, reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, with coffee in hand.  That sums up our trip; going everywhere in Seattle, drinking coffee and getting the haircut you see there.  At the time I hated it, now I think I might get it cut that short again...times they are a changin'. 

During the summers in college, I would fly home to Texas from the University of Colorado Boulder and stay with my mom.  We would spend our mornings talking and working crossword puzzles and drinking cup after cup of coffee.   Those are days that I will always cherish.

In college, I majored in Spanish Language and Literature.  One of my classes was a gruesome 3200 level Spanish grammar class.  I met a girl in that class; her name is Margaret.  We started studying together and learned we shared a common love of Arrested Development (RIP), Family Guy, running and coffee. Not to mention we learned we were neighbors.  We are friends to this day and I miss her more than I do the mountains when I think of my beloved Colorado.

Margaret and her hubs, Randy. 

When Matt and I first started dating (at 18 and 21), we would make a daily trip to Starbucks. Yes, daily!  We would both get grande white chocolate mochas (only Matt would add raspberry to his).  We would take the coffee back to one of our apartments' and would say goodbye and head off to school. I think of that time in our relationship and smile; if we did that now, we would be broke (and not to mention, gain a lot of weight; we don't have that young metabolism anymore).

What I love about coffee is of course the taste and most definitely the caffeine.  Wherein those things cause my body to want more coffee, the memories cause my mind to want more.

Also linking with:

So Thankful For Coffee

My day:
5am: Wake up.  Let me preface this by saying that my baby has decided his occasional wake up time is anywhere between 4am and 5am, so for the past three days I've been up anywhere between those times.  He'll eat, get changed and go back to bed, while I'm up for the day.

5:30: If the baby hasn't already eaten, he does so at this time.  By this time I have had a few drinks of coffee and have straightened my hair.

5:45: Now it's off to the breastpump for 15 minutes of pumping while watching the news.

6am: Time to do the makeup!

6:15: Get dressed time.  A little aside here: I LOVE getting dressed now as an unpregnant lady.  With all of the pre-preg weight gone, coupled with feet that are no longer swollen, it's like going shopping in my closet every morning.

6:30: Breakfast, more coffee, make sure all is packed up.

6:45: Out the door laden with school work bag, breastpump bag, purse and coffee.

7am:  Arrive at school to get things ready for the day.

7:50: Kids arrive, eat breakfast, then go to PE.

8:40: Spend 15 mins pumping, this time watching news on phone.

9am-11:40: First instructional block.

11:40: Pump during lunch.

12:15-3:10: Second instructional block.

3:10-3:30: Dismissal in beating hot car line.

3:30-3:40: Pack everything up in a hurry.

3:40: Run like Forrest Gump to the car.

4:00: Pick up baby from daycare, 5 minute lovefest in the middle of the daycare commences.  The boy gets covered in kisses, is squeezed super tight, lifted high in the air and kissed some more.   Sometimes I wish I could get his reaction on tape to seeing me for the first time; it's the personification of overjoyed.  Yep, those cuddles blow my face off every. single. time.

4:15: We're home.  We go hard like Brooklyn; playing non-stop until about 6pm, when it's his suppertime.  Daddy gets home at around five, and boy, the three of us do it up right.

6pm: He eats supper.  Still not crazy about solids, but he'll eat them begrudgingly.

6:15-7ish: Play time, but a little calmer this time.  It's about time to start winding down.

7pm: Commence bedtime routine; bathtime, book time, nursey time; sleepy time.  We've got it down to a science; he drifts off like an angel every single night.  I hug him extra tight before laying him in his crib, give him a kiss right on the mouth, put his pacifier in and tiptoe out, all the while telling him how much I love him.

7:30ish: Commence bottle routine for mom.  Bottles are washed and sterilized, pump parts are washed and sterilized.  Breast milk is thawed out and portioned into bottles, which are then put in the fridge, ready to go the next day.

8:00: I shower at night to give myself time to straighten my hair in the morning.

8:30ish: TV time.  Big Brother, Master Chef, Jersey Shore, Real World...we're inundated with reality TV on the DVR.  I can't wait for our fall line up to start again!

9:15: Pump one more time for fifteen minutes, then it's bedtime. Sometimes little guy wakes in the night from teething, we go and rub his little tummy and he drifts right back.  We have a strict rule about not picking him up if he just whimpers, but occasionally he'll do the goat cry so mama will scoop him right up and cuddle him back to sleep in the glider.

I more or less get 6.5 to 7 hrs of sleep every night, then it starts over.  Since this working mom schedule started three weeks ago, I have lost 7 pounds.  Eat? When? :) It's not that bad, actually.  This is becoming our new normal and while I wish it could be different, I'm embracing it for what it is and making the best of it.

This Kelsey clan is a happy trio.

Yes, the above pic is of my boys.  But what you don't see is me, right in the middle; the heart of the family.  Hubs is the head, mama is the heart.  Baby is the whole world.