Good morning to you all! I fell into bed last night around 11:40pm, with my mind buzzing with Mother’s Day Mixer details. I need my mom’s coffee maker, I need more jewelry stands, I have to finish planting flowers, will the back garage be ready? I must have eventually fallen asleep, despite my lovely 2 day headache; as the 6 am alarm woke me way too soon.
I jumped up to the reality that, while playing storekeeper yesterday, I neglected my other responsiblities; namely that of Mother. There was no bread, no sweets, no salty snacks, and nothing with which to clean the bathroom for my all day “Cleaning Extravanganza.” So shower, shampoo, hairdryer, and 20 minutes later, I was off to Meijer.
Prepackaged Pringles, Meijer lunchables, prepackaged animal cookies, and scouring powder- what a mom- huh!? As I paid, a plan formed in my clever little brain: If I were to purchase a ready- to -drink coffee from Starbuck’s, I would eliminate the time spent making my own back at home, as well as part of my normal breakfast clean-up, thus getting me straight to the cleaning planned for the day. Brilliant- right?!
“Tall, caramel latte, with skin milk, please!” The sweet young girl behind the counter smiled and said, “Would you like a extra shot of espresso for free, today?” Hmm, day two of two day headache, clean house before, grocery shop, finish planting flowers, and make a fresh wildberry pie by noon… “Yes! yes, I will have that free extra shot of espresso!”
Well, you see the wisdom of that decision that already paid big dividends. Not only did I have 7 lunches packed and 7 kids out the door by shortly after 8 am (no need to dwell on the prepackagedness of these lunches), but as I stood patiently with Charlie’s large untied tennis shoes in one hand and his prepackaged lunch in the other, I willed the boy to come down the stairs while I watched the bus roll around the corner, stop in front of our house, and then roll away with all 5 of my bus riding children; except Charlie…
Enter Mom- race car driver. As my espresso was just kicking in; it was no problem for me to manuever our automobile to the bus stop 2 stops after ours, and leave Charlie waiting on the sidewalk with little Levi Kleyn. The only thing that kept my blue Chevy rocket from launching was the very real possiblity of the Walker police. And I’m feeling so good, that the only price Charlie will be paying is his special apearance in this blog entry.
Now, if only I could get my jittery little fingers to press the correct keys…
