I feel sorry for my coffee cup. I do. Here…I’ll show you why. Below is a breakdown on its daily activities.
6:30 a.m. Pulled from un-run dishwasher and hastily rinsed.
6:32 Abandoned in sink while I made Dinasaur Egg Oatmeal (which I swore I wasn’t going to buy again–but, hey, it’s oatmeal.)
6:40 Poured coffee to brim, but not too high, must add froo-froo creamer.
6:42 Forgotten on kitchen counter due to mini-brawl that broke out between kids, something to do with “Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!” or “She slugged me.”
6:57 Found cup, placed it in the microwave for warm-up.
7:00 Crap, 7 already? Ran upstairs to get kids ready for school–no cup in hand.
7:20 Scuttled downstairs to retrieve cup from microwave…cold again. Re-zapped.
7:50 Re-zapped, poured into thermos cup.
7:59 Hurried out the door as not to be late for drop-off–forgetting cup on counter.
7:45 Returned home to find cold coffee sitting on counter, poured back into microwaveable cup. Re-zapped.
8:00 Upstairs to take shower, make self presentable–plum forgot cup in microwave again.
9:00 Retrieved sorry cup of coffee from microwave, checked temp. Re-zapped.
9:05 Started to return emails and check blog stats–Yeah! Two sips.
9:10 Remembered clothes in dryer will relentlessly wrinkle if not folded immediately. Ran downstairs.
10:00 Grabbed cup while rushing to put away clothes: left coffee cup atop Son’s nightstand.
11:00 Official lunch time: Coffee out. Diet Coke in.
8:30 p.m. . While putting Son to bed, he complains of stomachache. “Do you think you are going to throw up?” “Can I Mommy?” “Yes.” “Okay.” Grabbed closest receptacle–dejected coffee cup on nightstand.
11:30 p.m. After barf-fest, with every towel, blanket and comforter in the house was in the process of being washed, went downstairs to do thorough, Silkwood-type rinse out of coffee cup.
Better luck tomorrow true and faithful friend.
curious, isn’t that gold leaf handled mug akin to placing metal in the mircowave?
U R mean, but right.
… and my husband wonders why my cup is always sitting on the clothes dryer or on top of the fridge(in the garage, where id did remember to remove meatfrom freezer for nightly meal). He also questions the cold toast still sitting in the toaster…. I think to myself.. could I use it to make croutons?
at least you had a fun lunch with grownups right?!?!?
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K- I KNEW I couldn’t be the only one.
L- Yep. You mean you guys , right? Yep, fun.
Suz
S~ At least you only end up with ONE half-filled, cold mug chilling on some flat home surface. I’m becoming so ADD in my old age (41) that I, no joke, will orphan 3-4 of the lonely guys on any given morning. I can’t bear to let my wife find em.
Coffee is a whole different experience reheated the next morning from a few different mugs, one or more of which being polluted with floating cat hair and/or LEGOs.
Love your blog, by the way. It isn’t the typical rambling, off-topic, and painfully personal rant that just begs the question of how many doctors this person is seeing on a regular basis.
Keep up the great work.
Duffy, Riverside
oooo- Like your story better…the cat hair, nice detail.
Thanks for your nice words. It made my day.
Suz
My coffee cups are kind of like lost sheep, scattered around my house. I wish I could blame the kids but the truth is, I did it before they were born. And I think my mother did it, too.
http://www.rantingparent.com
no help, just humour
I every time spent my half an hour to read this blog’s content everyday along with a mug of coffee.