Coffee for 8

Every morning I make my pot of coffee to the 6. I could probably drink less, I could definitely use more. For some reason my caffeine loving body must have known something I didn't. Because today was an 8.

Maybe it knew that everyone would sleep late, but I'd pay for it with overflowing diapers.

Maybe it knew that the dog throws up after drinking cold water, but positively vomits when he eats snow. Twice. Even after I filled his bowl with the required lukewarm water.

Maybe it knew the maniacs would sprinkle raisins and Trix all over the floor, after I just picked it up, because people are coming.

Or maybe, just maybe, it knew how annoying the New Kid is and knew he would grab a freshly poured cup, and pour it all over the floor.

Thank you, me, for seeing far enough into the future to allow me to make enough to compensate what I just wiped up. You're the best.

love,love,love

Since it's been a while, here's a list of things I love:

* The extra sleepy cuddle I had with Baduka today.

* The "no,no,no" moaning Dizzy does every morning I need to wake him up, to bring Baduka to school.

* The super happy smile the New Kid gave me, when I put the visor down, and slid the extra plastic, blocks the rear view mirror, but it's worth stopping the screaming, because the sun is so bright, piece over, and he could open his eyes again, on the way to school.

* Taking a shower, and not hearing one cry, and nothing was broken when I got out. Amazing. No clean pajama pants, so I'm wearing jeans, but still, a silent shower when the kids are awake is unheard of.

* The cup of tea Daddy makes me at night, without me asking, so I can truly be the old lady, we all know I am. This yarn won't crochet itself, you know.

* The goofy ways Dizzy falls asleep at night.

* The butt wiggling dance they all do when they are happy.

* How rearranging furniture can make your shoebox feel like a whole new world.

* When you do a gigantic house clean, and two days later it's still pretty much awesome, so you can justify being lazy, even if a new person is coming over in 5 hours.

That last one tells you that even if I'm wearing jeans today, doesn't mean I'm doing anything productive.

It hasn't been that long, right?

Hello again, it's been brought to my attention that a few of you miss my crazy. What's even stranger is how it doesn't feel like that much time has passed. My charger cord on my Nook broke, and that's what I write this on. I finally got to Barnes and Noble to get a replacement, the night before jury duty, and they gave me the wrong cord. I didn't notice til I got home. That was October 12th I think.

Maybe you're wondering how I didn't notice when she handed it to me. Listen, I was on a field trip with my best redhead, in a bookstore, I'm lucky I didn't sleep over. Three kid-free hours passed from the time I entered the Nook section, til the time I left. I forgot why I was actually there, til I walked back in the house. I definitely wasn't concerned about cord size.

So, anyway... it still seems like all that only happened 3 days ago, which goes to show how much my mind has been melted since having kids. I mean we celebrated the New Kid's birthday, Halloween, Daddy's birthday, Thanksgiving, Black Friday, our anniversary, my birthday. The New Kid walks, Baduka has been amazing, Dizzy is starting to talk a little. Christmas presents have been bought, decorations put up, stockings hung.

But if you ask me what day it is? October 71st, I think?

So don't question it if you get Christmas cards in May. I'm a little off.