Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Oh yeah, where's my coffee?

Coffee pot chirps that a fresh pot is done. I walk into the kitchen, rinse out the mug I've been using to drink reheated yesterday's joe, and fill up with the new hot stuff. I shuffle over to the fridge, grab the milk, pour a glug or two into the mug and put the milk back in the fridge. Between putting the milk away and closing the fridge, (yes, I know a mere nanosecond) I seemed to have forgotten why I was in the kitchen in the first place. At this point I was near the cabinet where I keep medicines and other non-child friendly poisonous things and decided to take off the chippy, make me look like a whore, nail polish I've now been sporting for 3 weeks. With freshly cleaned nails I proceeded to pick up baby toys scattered all over the first floor since she is fast asleep for her morning nap. Half way through, I think to myself, oh yeah, where's my coffee? I walked back into the kitchen to find my mug and was psyched when I realized I had already milked it and just needed to add the sugar.

Ahhh, life with a baby again.


Anonymous said...

I still do this and the baby is well into toddlerhood.
- Georgia

Charity, Gary, Katie and Louie said...

I do that and I don't even have a baby. What on earth am I going to be like with Natalie comes home?

Alison Ryan said...