This morning I go to make coffee. No coffee filters. I swear there is a pack of 200 in my pantry. When we went outside to play this morning, my neighbor loaned me a few filters. At lunch time I go to fill up the coffee pot, and i hear from Four “mommy i have to go potty.” While putting down the coffee pot i must have hit it against a canister on the counter because it broke. While writing this post, I spilled a spilled proof cup of tea all over my table. Â
SOMEONE BRING ME SOME PIPING HOT CUP OF CAFFEINE.
 Please may the husband get home before Walmart closes at midnight so I can go get a new coffee pot. Four has his leg in a splint (that’s another story) and the last thing I want to do is go to Walmart or Target the day before Mother’s Day with a broken Toddler and Pre-Schooler.
If you had sent me a msg on gtalk, I would have brought you a coffee.
That would have been awesome. I didn’t get out last night to get a new pot, because Q decided to go to sleep sometime after 11pm when I finally gave up and pulled her into bed with me. Don’t know what time the husband evicted her to her own bed. My neighbor handed me a cup this morning when we were outside playing with the kids. One of the kids knocked it over with me taking less than a sip. I’m not completely cold turkey because the husband brought me home a Big Gulp last night with the comment “Here’s your CafPow Abby.” It’s an NCIS thing. I saved half of it for this morning. I will be going by 7 11 after nap time probably. I have to get a Coffee Pot before my parents come to babysit Wednesday. Don’t know how I’m going to pull that off.
A Port-a-potty for the back yard? My helicopter hobby is starting to seem reasonable.
Credit card fraud division finds it damn amusing to call me to tell me what crazy thing the husband buys. so not funny.