Even my Coffee is not my OWN

I understand nothing belongs to ME.
I do.
We came with nothing.
We leave with nothing.
I get it.

That said, everything gets raided by the boys.

My books.
My laptop.
My phone.

There is no privacy even in the bathrooms.
Speaking of bathrooms, when you live with 3 boys, the toilet seat is always up. URGH.

Today afternoon, I did my usual to get through the rest of the day.
Put some coffee in a cup.
Pour some milk.

Before sticking the cup in the microwave, I paused to make a snack for Ari.
By the time I turn back, the ravenous 7 year old was raiding my yet-to-heat-coffee.


I am going to start crying now.

I get it.
There is bigger problems in the world – like hunger, cancer and wars.
But, please.
Don’t start with me.
I don’t want to hear about it.

Let me mourn the loss of my coffee.
Save your lecture for another day.

Will you?

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