Time to say goodbye

I'm crazy for coffee! It's one of my favourite things. If I can have a good coffee (mocha to be exact), it feels like I've had a treat. For the first few months after having Benjamin, I'm sure it kept me sane. Not only the coffee itself, but the whole cafe experience...especially when it was shared with a good friend. I would go for a walk and end up at a cafe with a good book or my Bible. And a couple of days after I got home after having Benjamin, the first place I went was down the road to the local cafe.

Even when we've had little money, which is actually quite a lot of the time because my husband is a student, I always found money for a coffee. It may seem like a strange priority, but for me, it was important. I may not be able to go to a movie or eat out at a restaurant that often, but I can get a coffee!


But alas, it's time to say goodbye (la la la, sing with me...it's a song title if you're not following me). Gone are the days when Benjamin will sleep happily in his pram while I take some time out. And as of yesterday, gone are the days when plying him with his favourite food keeps him sitting happily in his high chair. Yesterday after trying unsuccessfully to keep him busy with his food, I gave up, asked for my now luke warm coffee to be transfered into a take away cup and retreated to the parents' room where I tried to enjoy sipping my coffee from my cardboard cup while perched on the edge of my stroller. Not surprisingly it just wasn't the same.

I guess I need to come to terms with the fact that my baby is now a toddler...walking, albeit unsteadily, and wanting to practise this new found skill at every opportunity. Sigh.