Like clockwork, ten in the morning every Monday and Thursday would roll around and I could almost smell the scent of that luscious java wafting over me. Worse, I could hear the laughter of my friends as they sat at our corner table - without me! I missed their warm smiles, their support, and their love. I missed them.
I had tried to make my baby a part of the fun one time (soon after her birth) but frankly, it had been a disaster. Bless their souls, my girlfriends are awesome people, but they are loud! We get together to laugh and even scream softly, an environment that my sweet little newborn couldn't quite seem to handle. I tried to build a little cocoon by covering her car seat with a blanket, but that didn't work.
The blanket just wasn't thick enough to dampen the noise, plus I had to lift it up to check on her occasionally (I thought I was being sly, but no, even that quick burst of light woke her up). And have you ever tried to carry around a car seat with a blanket covering the handle? Well, don't! It's slippery, not safe, and I felt like I was about to drop the seat at any moment.