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.
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