plus 7 minutes equals coffee please.

The newspaper is always a welcome read when couched between the 6am hour, and sipping a cup of strong, black coffee. MM good....

Coffee in the NW can be a full experience where you also receive a complimentary fork with your latte. Ask for the grounds and save the trouble.

I'm not a typical morning person, chipper, cheery, and bounding out of bed like Pollyanna. I am the very reason they make snooze alarms. I can't get out of bed at 5am like the weirdos dropping off children in the carpool lane.

These women are machines. Stepford Moms with perfectly finished hair, makeup, sporting cheery faces along with their clean and ironed outfits. I do not think they sleep. They probably don't have breakfast stuck in their teeth and not wearing yesterday's eyeliner around their chin.

There are dads, with travel mugs and clean (matching!) shirt and jeans. They are shaved. They smell nice. I don't know how they do this. They are sipping hot coffee and not wearing their pajamas. They are married to those Stepford Wives, no doubt.

If I had to choose, and there are days...I'd go in pj's and buy my cup of coffee.

Choices. Choices.

I chose to sleep in 7 minute increments through the 6am hour. In between math calculations and hitting 'SNOOZE', I rationalizing the time difference between toothbrush, armpit fresh, and out the door with the minuscule time I leave myself to get the kids to school without breaking land speed records. Last possible second, I am bouncing out of bed, frantic with less than a minute to spare.

Why do I do this to myself?

If my shoes match and I don't have breath that would curl wallpaper, I'm really doing well. If I get up early to focus on the day (No road raging), and prepare for what the day unfolds.

Either way, I will still need my cup of coffee or at least coffee grounds. I'm not picky.

~Bee is good at long division.