Your Cup o' Joe - My Nestea and biscuit.

In response to the cup of joe story. Liked the story. I remember those days.

Tonight I came home, just now, and heated up a sausage biscuit and opened a Nestea - what else would I be drinking. I turned on the PC and got ready to do a few things before I got ready for my stressful day tomorrow.

I am meeting a website client on Monday morning to sell her on using my services. I got a lot to do to prepare for that in the next 36 hours. As I sat down, I remembered how a few nights ago, I sat down here with Coke on ice, in a glass and got in my pattern.

My thought was, this is my adult routine. Some people have coffee or tea. I have Coke on ice, Nestea out of a can, or orange juice in the morning as I read my emails and 28 blogs. I have finally accepted there are some good things about being an adult. My dad used to drink coke on ice, (or was that coke and scotch?), and he'd have his routine of doing his bills at his desk. Meanwhile, us kids would come in and bug him - anything to avoid homework or boredom. Every once in a while, we'd go in there and he'd shut the door. Crap, that's when we knew we did something wrong. But most times, it was cool to see him in his spot - organizing, working. I wanted to be that responsible some day. I wanted bills. Hey, I was a kid, and I said I "wanted" them. Don't now. Here I am doing my nightly routine, and I have responsibilities as I wanted. As I am sitting here, accepting my adulthood, thinking life can be okay when you're an adult, I read the Cup of Joe blog and what hit me the most, was the Saturday morning cartoons, and waking up at the butt crack of dawn. Man, did that bring me back instantly!

And kids, they are the best way to lighten up our serious minds. Lance has done a few things and Harrison has done a few things, and now Avery is doing a few things. I remember when I drank, a few times, those moments with kids, including Abby, would slap me in the face to sober up. A few times I'd be really hungover and wanting to either sleep, die or drink more, and I'd be on the couch, slouching. I'd see the innocence and happiness of a kid, and think, "What kind of person would I be if those smiles didn't affect me. I could continue destroying myself in self-centered sorrow and ignore the happiness of kids, dogs, couples, nature, ... life. Or I could sober up and maybe be willing to be happy, and care free for one day as they are. "

Thanks for the story, it reminded me that though I have finally come to accept my adulthood and responsibilities, there is still that 6 am innocence that lingers on somewhere inside of us. We wouldn't see so much warmth and joy in them if we didn't have it in ourselves somewhere. Kind of the, "It takes one to know one" philosphy. I think that applies to all of us. Even a KillJoy!