9 January 2015
I’m relatively new to the world of coffee (2 years of drinking it more than just on road trips). I’ll tell you right now, when I’m holding that warm cup of yumminess, knowing that I’m about to be more clear headed and awake (and nicer too, let’s just be honest), I am always so grateful. And when I run out of coffee… sometimes there are tears.
I love to drive. Ever since I had my license, I have always sought out the long way, the scenic way, the new way. Four wheels and me at the helm is my absolute favorite way to travel. That being said, I don’t like traffic. Especially mundane, daily, old news traffic. Today I found a brand new way around traffic to get my husband from work that led me through some pretty neighborhoods (that will be gorgeous next Christmas!). Not only that, I always feel a small sense of victory when I’m bypassing all the unfortunate people stuck idling for an hour.
I have a toddler. For those of you with kids, many of you know that alone time is nearly nonexistent. I mean, you could shut the door but one of three things happens: 1) they stand outside the door, completely betrayed, screaming at the top of their lungs, 2) they pull and bang and scratch at the door, completely betrayed, screaming at the top of their lungs, 3) they find this the perfect opportunity to run amok, touching everything they aren’t supposed to, ripping things and throwing things. My toddler is a fan of all three. So, shut the door? Not if I value my sanity. So, I’m often “sitting” next to this:
Also? She gets pretty angry if I don’t put her in the sink. I did it once and created a monster. Every time now. Every time.
But that face… be still my heart.
P.S. – if your toddler waits patiently and quietly outside the door (like my first kid did when she was a toddler), don’t tell me. I like pretending this is the norm for toddlers these days.