MONDAY: Woke up. Got my wrap on and put on my slippers and stood on the front step while I watched dog do her business. It was a beautiful crisp cool day. The birds were chirping, the chipmunks were teasing, the sun was shining and the sky was a bright blue. Back inside, I cleaned the kitchen. Like more than just put dishes in the dishwasher clean. Like lifted up toasters and plants and stuff and cleaned under them cleaned. Went downstairs and wrote for a bit, cobbling together thoughts into a post. Tried ignoring the chipmunk crawling up the screen but he was persistent and I was easily distracted. Chased him off, finished post and “published” it.
Went back upstairs, stopped for a moment to admire the shiny and fresh smelling kitchen. Patted myself on the back for being awesome and really productive so early in the morning. Got dressed and drove down to Target and bought stuff that we “need” like tissues. The Starbucks tempted with its sweet smelling coffee mixes and its empty line. I resisted and bought some coffee and hot chocolate to make my own mocha. Finally home, I put groceries away, gave the counters quick wipe and started the mocha making process. Proud of my thriftiness as I put one spoonful of coffee into my favorite green mug, followed it with a packet of hot chocolate and a slice of chocolate orange.
Slight bump in the road to bliss when I discovered I’d not bought instant coffee. Called myself names and laughed at my stupidity I watched the granules float to the top. But the sun was shining and I’d already won the day having cleaned, written, posted and shopped before 9am. I decided all was not lost. If I strained the mixture into another mug, it would still be drinkable. Right? Right! Found the strainer I inherited from someone hiding in the drawer of kitchen utensils we never use. Placed it carefully over the new mug, lifted the other to pour…
And learned that it takes approximately two years for the superglue on the broken handle of my favorite green mug to give out.
Coffee granules everywhere. Chocolate drops splashed everywhere else. Favorite mug in two pieces again. Mocha everywhere but in a mug.
Mug-less handle in hand; I stood looking at the explosion of coffee and hot chocolate all over the kitchen… Called the mug some names as I stood there dripping... Burst into laughter...
Then began the process of cleaning the kitchen again.
Life. Two steps forward. One step back.
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