Nothing will wake you up faster than a steaming hot cup of coffee.
One morning not too long ago, I lay in my bed not fully awake and not fully asleep. AD had risen before me, an extremely rare occurrence as I am the early bird in the family, and I could hear snippets of conversation coming from the kitchen and a bit of rattling around and other kitchen noises.
This is good I thought to myself. They are in there. And I? Am not. I am here in my nice warm bed. This is good indeed. And so I burrowed deeper into my blanket, hugged my pillow a little tighter and allowed myself to slip back into the cool shadowy lands of slumber.
In what seemed like the very next moment, the hair on the back of my neck stood up and intuition violently roused me from my dark paradise. I sensed danger was afoot. I opened one eye and scanned the room.
And then I saw it coming right at me. I tried to scream “NOOooo!!” but in my sleepy stupor could make no sound.
Sean was stumbling towards me wearing a big happy helpful smile on his face and carrying a cup of scalding hot coffee.
“Here Mommy!” he beamed. “Daddy and I made you some coffee!” And then he lurched forward and thrust the steaming cup towards me.
I bolted upright in my bed. I flinched as I braced myself for the impending pain. In slow motion I reached out in self-defense and grabbed the cup, hoping to lessen the agony if only by one degree. Like a seiche, coffee sloshed from side to side and nearly up and over the edge of the cup, but by the grace of God and some fluke of the laws of nature, every drop stayed in the cup.
I sat up in my bed, clutching the cup of coffee with one hand and my racing heart with the other. I was wide awake. NOW. And I hadn’t even had one sip.
Nothing will wake you up faster than a steaming hot cup of coffee — delivered by an eager four-year-old.
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Mother’s intuition — A 6th sense that protects your child, but apparently also protects you from your child. AD does not have this intuition. He has been head-butted in a sensitive area a number of times by our precious off spring who it seems may or may not be trying to kill us.