Coffee: My Daily Brew of Energy

Let’s just say it—coffee isn’t just a drink. It’s a love language. And for me, a funny, fit, slightly frazzled, totally coffee-obsessed mom of four, it’s also a survival strategy.

From the moment my eyelids flutter open (thanks, early risers), I’m already dreaming about that first glorious sip. Before the diapers, before the sibling squabbles, before the hunt for the missing shoe—there is coffee. It’s my holy grail of motherhood. My steamy sidekick. My liquid therapist in a mug.

But here’s the thing—my coffee isn’t just about caffeine. It’s my pause button. It’s five sacred minutes with my Bible before the circus starts. It’s a moment to gather myself, breathe, and remember that I’m a human being—not just a snack dispenser and sock-finder.

Sometimes I drink it in peace. (Okay, rarely.)
Sometimes I drink it cold. (Almost always.)
Sometimes I drink it while doing squats in the living room because #fitmomlife waits for no one.
And sometimes—if I’m feeling fancy—I sip it in the car while praying we’re not late to drop-off… again.

Coffee is my anchor in the chaos, my warm little hug in a cup. It doesn’t fix everything—but it sure makes the mess feel a little more manageable. And on the days I feel like I’m running on empty, that familiar aroma reminds me: I’ve got this. One sip, one prayer, one laugh-at-the-madness moment at a time.

Coffee is my anchor in the chaos, my warm little hug in a cup. It doesn’t fix everything—but it sure makes the mess feel a little more manageable. And on the days I feel like I’m running on empty, that familiar aroma reminds me: I’ve got this. One sip, one prayer, one laugh-at-the-madness moment at a time.

It’s also my comfort food. I don’t know if that’s technically allowed, but I’m claiming it. There’s something deeply soothing about holding a warm mug in my hands—it calms me, centers me, and reminds me that even in the messiest moments, I can find comfort and joy. Forget Liquid IV—I’ll take a creamy latte with a splash of peace and sanity any day.

So here’s to all the moms whose mugs are half-full (or reheated for the third time).
May your coffee be strong, your patience stronger, and your Wi-Fi signal unbreakable.