This has become a new tradition. One that I’m generally okay with as long as my insomnia cooperates the night before, which it did last night. So thank God for that.
I made coffee. After the waffles.
This is a big deal for me!
But I do have a limit. That limit was Elizabeth asking me how many chocolate chips she could have on her waffle and then complaining about the fact that Colm took more than the standard “five” that I blurted out.
“For the love Elizabeth. I’ve had two sips of coffee. Do we have to discuss basic arithmetic right this second?”
“Oh. Right. Sorry mommy”