First, I woke up after not enough sleep and had to stand outside in the cold to make sure Austin relieved himself. I came inside and decided to take a shower since it had been a full 48 hours since my last shower. I brought A-Dog into the bathroom with me so I could make sure he didn’t poop anywhere. When Derek opened the door, Austin darted out and came back a few minutes later. I knew exactly what I would find once I got out of the shower. Sure enough, he pooped in the dining room, the place he has decided is his own personal potty.
We hear a sound, the boys favorite sound on a Friday morning. It’s the garbage truck. Smiles turned into chin quivers as Connor watched a garbage man pick up his prized painted pumpkin and hurl it into the truck. Apparently, daddy thought it was time to throw away pumpkins, but he didn’t think to put it in a bag so Connor wouldn’t see. It’s the end of Connor’s world this morning. There was weeping. And gnashing of teeth. Thank goodness there was one pumpkin inside that the destroyer-of-pumpkins didn’t find. I imagine this afternoon we will be painting pumpkins again.
Coffee is in order. This is not a good start to the day. At least I smell good. I make my delicious coffee, and despite the frigid weather outside, I really want an iced drink. I open the freezer and recoil in horror. See, we are a bit old-school in ice cube ways. It’s all about the trays, baby. And since our freezer is full of leftovers, meat, and chicken nuggets, I don’t have room for an ice cube bucket. So we freeze and use directly from the trays. As fate would have it, last night was my night to provide soccer team drinks, and I thought it would be a good idea to ice them so they could be cool and refreshing. In the rush to make it to soccer on time, I didn’t fill the trays right away. After soccer, Derek cleaned up the kitchen while I put the kids to bed, and for some unknown reason-perhaps in a plan to ruin my Friday morning-he didn’t refill them either. So now I have a delicious coffee begging for ice, and there is no ice to be found. Thank goodness I married a genius who suggested microwaving my drink. It’s not exactly what I wanted, but it will do.
The microwave beeps. I reach in, the mint-chocolate coffee goodness wafting gently to my nose, teasing my tastebuds as to what is about to come. And I burn my hand on the mug. What the duke kind of mug gets hot enough to burn in the microwave??!
I decide some cinnamon toast is just what I need to turn this morning around. As I get to the toaster oven, I see that it is already in use. Being the super patient person that I am, I didn’t make any comments about having to wait for the toaster. Nope, not a single one.
It feels much more like a Monday morning this morning.
It can only go up from here, right?