A wise man once said, get your wife a vacuum cleaner for Mother’s Day.
That wise man must have been single.
A wise man would buy his wife a vacuum cleaner for Father’s Day. And then use it himself, on a regular basis.
But, let’s be honest, a truly wise man would get a Mother’s Day gift that his wife would appreciate… Every. Single. Day. Potentially several times a day.
Yes, I speak of that joy of joys, that spark of sparks, the thrill of all thrills. Coffee.
While I can honestly say, my darling children light up my life, and are the apple of my eye, the core of my heart, there’s one thing I can’t live without, one thing that isn’t them.
Please don’t mistake me. I feel this way about their father as well.
It’s coffee.
I need it.
It’s not just that I want it, or that it’s delicious. It’s that it literally feeds me.
It makes my soul cry out, ‘macchiato, per favore. il caffè è la vita.’
It doesn’t judge me as I stumble bleary eyed out of bed, suffering from a case of baby-was-up-all-night-again-itis.
It’s what drives me. It’s the thing that makes feeding you breakfast every morning before I battle to get you into your clothes for the day ahead possible.
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Give me a fuzzy blanket, a candle and fluffy dressing-gown from K-Mart. I love their Mother's Day stuff!
I knew Mothers Day was approaching because the leftover chocolate from Easter was moved next to a display of bed socks, old dvds and excessively packaged teabags.