If you give a mom some coffee, she’ll probably want some cream and sugar to go with it.
So she’ll go to the refrigerator and find the last of the half and half (and say a short prayer that it is still fresh).
Then she will open the sugar bowl and see that it is empty.
So she’ll go to the pantry to get the sugar canister out–and her 7 year old will remember that he wants breakfast. Now.
So she fries up two eggs and makes perfect toast.
And then she sees that Twin B has taken off her diaper. So she diapers and dresses two babies.
She goes back in the kitchen and sees breakfast dishes all over the table, so she washes them.
She sees the sugar canister on the table and remembers that she wanted to make some banana bread. So she bakes a loaf–or two.
She throws dirty dish towels into the washing machine, and then she smells banana bread. It is done.
She cuts a slice, and then decides a cup of coffee would taste great with it. . . .