I need my coffee. I mean, I am the cartoon character with the frazzled hair and bugged out eyes until I get some. My family, on the other hand, has other plans for me in the morning, which I do not appreciate. These are the steps I had to take, just to get my fix this morning.
6:20am dear hubby wakes me up to re bandage stitches. (Not sure I even got it on the right place, I could have just put antibiotic and a band aid on a freckle, but what do you expect at that time of day from a girl without her contacts)
So then I decide to shower, because seriously, I would have to wait until 10:30 when the baby naps to get it done. But oh, I am out and now I can go get some of that glorious coffee. But wait, what do I hear, but the baby crying. Flippin Fantastic! OK, throw on clothes, thinking I will grab the little screamer & that delicious beverage will be mine. Uh, no. Stumble over the 5 year old in the hall. "Mommy, you want to play with me for a while." Inside my head, " Hell no, I want to go get my fix, I want you to go back to bed, I want your brother to stop screaming." Outside my head: "Oh, honey, let me get your brother right now and I promise I will play with you this morning sometime." So I go get the little curtain climber and change the diaper that is holding the Atlantic Ocean in it, got to love Huggies, no leaks.
I then decide to take the dirty laundry downstairs, because it really is much easier without hurling a baby gate like OJ Simpson in an airlines commercial. Put Little Man in the highchair, and proceed to cut up fruit salad for him, yeah, cut up fruit salad, why can't he just eat Cheerios like the rest of the children in the world. All the while I can now see the coffee maker and smell it's wonderful aroma. Oh, the torture! I get him settled with milk and fruit, decide to put on a load of laundry, looks like that job is going to take all day, and the sweet cherub of a daughter wants chocolate milk. I sigh, look at the coffee, and start to whimper. Any rational human being would just say, "Hang on, I am going to get my drink and then I will get yours," but that rational human being must like cold coffee, because if I get mine then finish everything, that's exactly what it would be. So I get the chocolate milk, and finally reach for a coffee mug, huge smile on my face. Then she asks in the sweetest voice, if she can please have it in the cup with the straw. UGGG! So I tear my hand away from the coffee mug, fix her drink in the right cup, and now she wants a movie on. We have to search for the movie case, but at last, it's done. Everyone is happy, including Mommy.
I grab my coffee and head to the computer. I enjoy two sips of it before writing this post, and then realize that it has gone cold during my griping session to you. Go figure, I am my own worst enemy. So I will go now to refill my mug of that delicious, life saving addiction, and come back to read about your day on your sites.