My husband Dave can be so selfish. And this morning was a great example. Normally he gets up first, and so naturally, he makes the coffee. (Okay, so maybe there are times when I’m awake first and I lie there pretending to sleep until he gets up because the coffee just doesn’t taste as good when I make it.)
But here’s the selfish part. Sometimes, Dave gets up super early to work on manuscripts (he’s an editor) and by the time I get up, there’s less than two cups of coffee left for me—which is obviously not nearly enough. What a coffee hog!
This morning it happened again. I came down to the kitchen at 7 am, plenty early you’d think, but as soon as I went to pour the coffee I could tell the thermos was too light in my hand. Sure enough, there was only one cup left.
Like I said, Dave can be so selfish. Especially when you consider that soon he’ll be going into the office where he works and where he can drink all the coffee he wants all day long—while I’m stuck home without.
So on my way to my morning chair, I knocked on the door of his den and peeked in, ostensibly to say good morning. Sure enough, there he was, manuscripts splayed out before him…
“I take it you’ve been up since very early,” I said, trying not to sound snotty.
“Yeah,” he said. And then he added, “Is it the coffee you’re wondering about?”
Of course it’s the coffee I wonder about! Why do we have to play these games? “Of course not,” I told him. “But I did happen to notice that there wasn’t much left for me.”
“The grinder broke,” he explained. “And so I made the last of the ground coffee we had left for you. I’m having tea.”
I glanced at his mug. It was true. My husband was drinking useless TEA—early in the morning while he got up to work—so that I could have at least one cup of coffee to drink this morning while I prayed and meditated next to my candle, reflecting as I’m wont to do on all those gushy feelings of love for God and for all people that help to convince me I really am growing in selflessness.
Lord, have mercy.