The strange mom

I’m the first to wake on a typical day. Well, mostly typical day. I quietly shuffle out to the kitchen. Trying my hardest not to wake my youngest. A bit of our days he wakes at 2 am or 3 am. So I strive for any quiet moments to breathe in fresh coffee and just chill. Alone. With no one talking to me. No one needing me. The only other being that is usually awake and is a huge part of why I wake up earlier than everyone, is Steve. Our cat. He cries at my door like he hasn’t been fed in 100 years. So, for me to keep the peace and quiet going…I must get up. I feed Steve. He eats. I make coffee. Then we meet on the couch and he waits for me to put a blanket over my lap, so he can plop down and be pet. He doesn’t feel needy though. He feels quiet. Chill. Alone.