This is, um, not what a typical cup of coffee looks like at my house, but hey, a girl can dream, right?
But mornings at our house are just a touch circus-like (imagine!) and so making coffee is never the first thing I do (though it probably should be, to protect the innocent from harm HA HA). If I were really smart I'd program the coffee pot the night before (because what's that old saying? Put on your own oxygen mask first?), but unattended appliances make me irrationally nervous. And so I hurry through my to-do list as quickly as possible: Breakfast, milk for the babies, get the big kids going on getting dressed. More often than not I have a baby (Hi Lucy!) on my hip as I rinse the pot and filter out and grind the beans. But as long as I'm that much closer to coffee! Coffee! What's a little company?
I'd sensed something was off about the coffee maker the other day. Was it the odd smell of burning plastic that tipped me off? But it worked just fine on Wednesday, so I forgot about the plastic smell. Then, this morning, as I breezed through my check list and finally paused to pour that long awaited First Cup, it happened. There was no coffee. The pot was on, plugged in, little red "power" light on, but alas. Dead.
Ellie watched me tinkering with it and muttering and when I told her I thought it was broken she said, "The coffee of living? You can't live without coffee!"
Between that and the red Annie dress? Seriously, my work here is DONE. (Side note: New gummy grin: this child lost two teeth in one week and now has almost a whole row of just gum).
Meanwhile I'm wondering how much I'm willing to spend on same day shipping on a coffee pot. Because, another morning without it? Just, NO.
Harry clearly hasn't had that first cup of coffee either.
