Once upon a time, I used to do the right and proper thing by coffee.
Putting it in a travel mug when I needed to drive the kids to school.
But not anymore.
Coffee has tamed me enough over the years, that we can now travel together in peace.
Clutched to my heart, I ride today with my favorite morning beverage in a mere mug.
I think it tastes better that way.
What a visage I must be, pulling up to the school.
Hunched over the steering wheel. In my plaid pajamas and winter coat.
Mug clutched to breast bone. Crochet hook pinned back in my hair.
Thankfully neither my kids nor their friends seem to mind.
Piling out of the car I call to them. “Have a good day!”
“I will endeavor to try,” my daughter smiles and wryly returns.
“There is no try. There is only do!” I say.
“Ugh! Go away Mom,” she giggles. “I love you.”
And off she goes, books in hand, chopsticks in hair.
I love you too dear.
Coffee pressed to breast, I pull away smiling.
A little more alert and with a full heart.
I’m such a geek.