A Tragic Jinx

You know how you mention how bad something would be if it happened? Or how lucky you've been that something hasn't happened?  And then it happens, like, the next day?

Happened!! :P

Yesterday I was chatting with one of my daycare moms about how I panic when I set the coffee pot up the night before using the very last of my ground coffee... only to wake in the morning to coffee overflowed and a mess everywhere because I didn't put the carafe in all the way.  Nothing like starting your morning with the only coffee in the house splattered all over the counter and floor, and full of coffee grounds (if it weren't for the coffee grounds everywhere I might have started licking the counter).

Well, this morning when I started my coffee pot (after I warmed up a cup of coffee from the day before... because I'm kind of a freak when it comes to my morning brew) it only brewed half of the water in the reservoir.  The good news was that I at least got a few cups of coffee out of it.  The terrible news was I would need to now buy yet another coffee pot by the end of the day.  This is terrible because coffee pots only seem to last me about a year before I kill them from what I am guessing is overuse.  And I'm not buying the super cheap ones, typically in the $40 range.

My only options for tonight were to run to the gas station and buy 2 very large cups of coffee to reheat in the morning, or get to Target to buy a new pot before they closed for the night, so I raced to Target after our Sleeping Beauty performance and picked myself up a new pot.

I got a Black and Decker 8-cup thermal programmable coffee maker.... with a very much needed 2-year warranty built in!


I know what you're thinking... only 8 cups? how is she going to live off of only 8 cups of coffee per day?  I'm not entirely sure but if I have to brew a small pot of coffee around dinner time then that's just what I'll have to do.

I also bought some hair color, shoes for Izzy, and baby food for the daycare babies, and headed out to my car.  I was partway into the parking lot when I realized that I probably looked like a complete douche lugging my ONE box, ONE target bag, and ONE purse out to my minivan in a cart at 10:00 at night... into a parking lot that had already been completely cleared of carts.   Creature of habit maybe?

So just in case the poor guy who has to run around and get the carts was cursing me out from the store window, I tried to save face.  I put my cart just on the edge of the cart thingy and made a big to-do about getting my "bulky" purchases and purse from my cart into my van (which was in the spot immediately to the right of the cart thing). 

I figured if he saw me struggling with my one bag, one box, and one purse he'd understand why I felt the need to take a cart with me.

Little does he know I carry/adjust 2 6-ish month old babies around all the time. 

What he doesn't know won't hurt him right?

Moms Need Eachother

My dear friend Jeni

Plus my favorite beverage

Equals a delightful evening out.

Moms need eachother.  We need eachother so we can feel normal.  So we can hear that our kids aren't the only one's who can drive us crazy with their constant chatter. So we can feel like we're not alone in this crazy wonderful life that is motherhood. At the same time we need eachother so we can remember there's more to us than "mommy" and "wife", that we are also an individual, woman, friend. 

Coffee Impatience

Today I needed a coffee, well I always need a coffee, but today I needed a Caribou coffee. 

Not just any Caribou coffee, but a white pumpkin mocha.... yum!

There was just one little thing standing in my way... I was home alone with 4 kids.  I didn't let this stand in my way for long though!

I called parents and checked travel permission forms, loaded up the kids in the car, and drove to the Caribou near my house.

That first sip is always the best, unless you take it too soon and you burn your tongue, which is what happened to me today.... I can be darned impatient when it comes to coffee.

One example of this coffee-related impatience:  Back when Little Man was a baby and was drinking formula bottles, I poured myself a cup of coffee.  Usually I pour a little milk in it to make it a touch creamy and cool it down so I can drink it, but this particular morning we were out of milk.  Option two is water from the Britta filter, but of course it was empty and would take a few minutes to filter some fresh water. 

Then I saw Little Man's pre-made bottle sitting on the top shelf of the fridge.

Just an ounce or so would cool it off enough to drink it right away!

I was very tempted to pour a little in my coffee so could drink it right away.  That's what the coffee addiction was telling me to do anyway!

Luckily I quickly regained my senses and left his bottle of formula alone, knowing that it would certainly make my coffee gross and totally ruin my morning.  A few minutes later I took a sip of hot black coffee, burned my tongue a tiny bit, and felt relieved to have made the right decision.

The moral of the story: If you are lucky enough to have a Caribou nearby try the white pumpkin mocha, don't drink it right away or you'll burn your tongue, and always make sure there is milk in the fridge or water in the filter before you go to bed at night.