What Really Fuels This Team...

Some families wake up to birds chirping, sunshine streaming through the windows, and peaceful conversation over breakfast. Not us. We wake up to the sound of the Keurig sputtering to life—one cup at a time—like the opening bell of the daily caffeine games.

This morning, Dad, Sherri, and Jesse all took their turns at the coffee station. It’s not a fancy espresso bar or a barista-run café—just our trusty Keurig, holding the household together one mug at a time. Could they have brewed a whole pot and shared? Sure. But that would mean agreeing on something. And let’s be honest, no one’s giving up their specific, must-have, don’t-even-talk-to-me-until-it’s-done flavor of the day.

Dad goes classic: strong, dark roast. No nonsense, no frills—just pure “I have things to do” energy.
Sherri? She’s all about that flavored life. Hazelnut one day, caramel swirl the next—it’s basically dessert in a mug.
And Jesse? Iced coffee, year-round. Because apparently, brain freeze is a small price to pay for style.

The Keurig has become our unofficial family mascot. Some days, it’s the only thing standing between us and total morning meltdown. The simple click, hum, pour ritual somehow transforms chaos into coherence. That first sip? It’s like flipping the “on” switch for the day.

So yes, we could make a whole pot. But where’s the fun in that? Our little lineup at the Keurig each morning isn’t just about coffee—it’s about routine, personality, and the caffeine-powered teamwork that gets us all out the door (eventually).

Because around here, the day doesn’t start until the Keurig says so.