Days like the one I had today are really quite common. I roll out of bed, try to coerce the little hellions, I mean zombie twins, to clean their room. Arguing ensues. Try to make it to coffee pot. Get sidetracked by yelling at little zombies. I snarl. Grumble something that is incoherent. Get coffee brewing while pounding headache rages on.
No coffee in reasonable amount of time from when I leave the bed equals a very unhappy and zombie-like mom. Not the lightening fast ones that you see being depicted in movies today either. More like the original George Romero Night of the Living Dead type zombie. All stiff limbed and groaning. Even my skin lacks that certain glow that a relatively lively mother should have.
Maybe there is a way to avoid the morning zombie state. Perhaps if Starbucks simply mainlined coffee into my veins before I ever left the bed in the morning. You know, a timer goes off, not to unlike programming your coffee pot to start brewing in the morning. This might solve my dilemma. Then I could pop out of bed fresh and fully ready to take on the day. Or am I destined to wake in the zombie state forever? Come on. This is 2011 people, what’s a girl gotta do to get a little coffee on demand?!