Spare Change

My coffee fund gets a little bit richer every week that I do laundry; especially from one kid in particular. Now  you know the secret to funding my habit: loose change left in pockets. No, I do not give it back. I've even been known to keep a surprisingly crisp and clean ten dollar bill. I rarely find paper money any more (they caught on quick) and what I do find is usually in the form of wrinkled and crushed lonely dollar bills. My stash stacks up a quarter at a time.

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face. Saturday. I've always loved Saturdays whether I was working or not. Nobody's in a hurry. No alarms screeching through the silence (unless you count the husband's five o'clock alarm that I easily tuned out). I fixed my coffee in a quiet house and climbed back into bed to read. Even the cats are mercifully laid back on a weekend morning. I currently have a load of laundry going (hence the money-finding opener) and am in no hurry to change out of my pajamas.

The oldest received a job offer yesterday that had us all staring in amazement. That boy has been offered more money to start a job than the husband and I have ever dreamed about. Seriously. I think back on his childhood years and that unique obsession to take everything apart just to see how it worked and meticulously put it all back together to working order. I remember sitting in a guidance office at the beginning of his tenth grade year, his first year of public school, and the husband mildly suggesting he consider a particular route at a technical school. That boy jumped on it and never looked back. Now here he is, not quite a full year after his high school graduation, with a huge opportunity before him. He is riding high and quite pleased with himself. He also has dreams of moving out, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

At the moment, I hear the intermittent spray sounds coming from a can of Pam, the generic kind anyway. That can only mean one thing: the middle is in the kitchen preparing a batch of muffins. I knew I was saving that second cup of coffee for something special. See what I mean?

You gotta love a Saturday.