My coffee maker broke yesterday. We had a house full of people and there I was, pouring the coffee when, SNAP, the handle split from the glass carafe and it crashed on the counter top. Hot coffee spilled everywhere. But that wasn’t the tragedy. It was broken. BROKEN.
State of emergency? Well, yes. Without coffee, children won’t be fed, dressed, bathed. Chaos will erupt. Word count goals won’t be met. In essence, the house will cease to run.
So, bright and early, I got out my trusty little Italian, stove-top espresso maker (yup, it was purchased in Italy, over a decade ago at a little ‘mercato’ in my father’s village) and brewed a delightful cup of Illy coffee…And then I grabbed the kids and hightailed it over to the mall where I purchased a gleaming, new, pretty-looking coffee maker.
Now, I’m not known for my skills of assembly or instruction manuel interpretation (my eyes cross over and the words suddenly look foreign), but I got this baby set up in record time. And now, I’m sipping my second cup of freshly ground Ethiopian coffee…oh, and writing…
Yawn…so how do you function when your sleep is cut up into small portions because your children (ages 5 and 16mos) should be sleeping through the night, and yet for one reason or another are up?
Our first child, started sleeping through the night more often than not by the age of 2 months-WOW. We were spoiled and didn’t even know it because we were busy adjusting to life as new parents lol. DD, our second child, has still not mastered the art of sleeping through the night and it’s slowly killing me…
Now, they have started taking turns. One night it’s DD. The next night it’s DS.
And then this morning, as I was pressing snooze on my alarm, wondering why I came up with the ‘brilliant’ idea of waking up early to write in the morning, I heard the pitter-pattering…actually no, more like the loud thumping of my son’s feet (I don’t know how someone who weighs like 45lbs could be so loud, but anyway…) in the hallway. I ask him what he’s doing awake at this time of the morning (this is 5:15 am-remember). So he says, “well, you wake up at this time, why can’t I?” So I, of course tell him to go back to bed, using the “I’m a grown-up,” line. I need to guard this time like a precious gem. Seriously, now even my obscene waking hours are being threatened?
Well, it’s a good thing it’s one of my favourite times of year in Canada…Roll up the Rim! I will be frequenting Timmy’s this morning…