I had the occasion yesterday to find myself sitting in a Starbuck’s drinking coffee at 9 am in the morning. It was Nirvana. I wasn’t alone. My 2 year old was at daycare and his baby sister was going to the doctor at 9:30. I had a half hour to kill, a blissful half hour after the morning rush was done, to sit in the window table at a local Starbuck’s with a sleeping baby and a large cup of coffee.
So this is what it feels like – this manageable state of affairs. A little time to drink coffee, a break in the busyness of the day. Is this what it feels like to be a not working mom? Or would I have had two restless children (no daycare) and/or no money for coffee?
Too many deep thoughts for my little interlude – time to focus on the coffee, the rush of people on their way to various things, and the cute little rosebud face in front of me.