Coffee Spuddle

An all too typical morning

Coffee Spuddle

It's another spuddle morning,
I struggle through the haze.
Late night writing, early rising
makes for bleary, dragging days.

With filter, grounds, and water poured,
I'm waiting for a pot,
but the switch that isn't flipped
becomes the pot that isn't hot.

Toast pops up black instead of brown,
who gave that dial a spin?
Then crunchy bites of scrambled egg,
a piece of shell fell in!

The coffee's finally dripping,
and so's the bathroom floor.
Kiddo used the shower stall,
but not the shower door.

My slipper socks are sopping now,
wet towels in the bin -
Mom, come quick, my kiddo calls,
the cat threw up again.

I finally pour some coffee,
add sugar with a sigh,
it's strong and dark without the cream
that hubby didn't buy.

The dog is barking at the bus,
the kid can't find his shoe.
No time to pack a healthy lunch,
some chips will have to do.

From robocalls to urgent texts,
my spuddle day unfolds.
And when I get a moment's peace,
the frickin' coffee's cold!
 

Author's note: ▶︎

Word of the Day from Lilli: Spuddle

A useful verb from the 17th century that means to work feebly and ineffectively
because your mind is elsewhere or you haven't quite woken up yet.