To Make a Coffee

After I've had coffee in the the morning. And after I've completed my morning routine.
When I was actually working, as soon as I was dressed for work I was ready to go. I always to put everything into the job. Compartmentalizing, keeping work and personal separate was easy. Work was my escape from life, plus it was very demanding, challenging, rewarding, pleasant. Everything that home wasn't.
Don't get me wrong. My dream goal my whole life was to be Mrs Cleaver or Mrs Brady. You know, the stay at home mom. It's how I was raised and how I felt life should be lived. After having kids I realized it didn't matter which parent was the stay at home person. Whichever parent could earn the most works during those informative years. Oops. Sorry. Straying to a completely different subject.
It's because I'm still on that very first cup of coffee. Thinking cap isn't straight yet. Must be I need to drink another. Then maybe I'll think about starting to clean, work on my project, maybe. I will need a third cup, maybe some breakfast. Oh and it always 9 -5. I clock out then and do TV or read or whatever 'cause it's my time. My husband only thinks it's his time.