Tea, Glorious Tea

I wake up. The kids are gone on a overnight. What time is it? Why am I awake so early? It's the call. I want it. I need it. I try to egnore it. I can't. SHIT. I have to get up and go get it. It's TEA. I must have it. I don't need to get the kids till 9:00 am and here I am, 6:30 am, waiting for the kettle to blow. I have become my Mother. I remember my Mother having to have her tea. You didn't mess with Mom till she had her tea. During the day she would drink it often. When I have family over I put on the kettle and keep it going. When I go to their houses, they do the same. I try not to have more than 2 cups of caffeine a day. The rest is all de-caff. My Mother learned to drink tea because they would put it in her milk and added more and more till it was tea with milk. It was an English thing. I learned to drink it on my Mother's knee, sipping from her cup. Both my boys have learned the same way. Lauren won't try it. In the winter I have to make Arion his own cup because he was drinking to much of mine. Of course, for my kids, they must pay the toll, a kiss on the cheek. Brandon loves to yell for Arion to "pay the toll".

OK, the kettle has blown and I have my tea now. Have a nice day.