coffe cups are very important.

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I know my Paxil is wearing off for sure now. I had a coffee fit this am. Yup the kind I used to have when Allie my non sleeping, constant screaming Pain in the ass baby was still a baby.
My first husband was a coffee drinker so there was some sympathy.
This husband has no clue what full blown addict ion is all about. The closest he got was his Snapple affair he kicked over lent this year. LOL
First story first, I couoldnt get my shot together when Allie was a baby. I was breast feeding her but felt that I was still fat, so I went on a coffee diet. NOT GOOD. Breast feeding an infant while mom is on a caffeine diet. I am lucky she is not brain damaged! I was 22 YO so cut me a little slack "perfect mommy readers".
This am Jack is calm cool collected, I do the routine, bottle bowl of cheerios and snuggle him up on the ocuch for his goodies and a bit of Barney. I then head for my best friend in the whole wide world before 7 am. Beautiful white, with the brown spatters of mornings gone by. Hmmm love it. I truly adore all about coffee. Hot, totally a smell orgy, a little bitter sweet and creamy if you do it right. Followed by a small caffeine rush to get maybe teeth brushed and go pee.
OK a have rinsed the pot, changed the filter, scooped just the right amount of dark brown legal heroin and wait for the aroma and sound of perk.
Look in the dish drain for the cup.
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
THE CUP
Sometimes the white big one with the basket weave.
Sometimes the pink that looks like a tulip.
Sometimes the grey with black hearts and small dainty handle.
Sometimes the bold colored Picasso like one from B&N
NO
Today is the green square with rectangle handle, deep vessel, from leftovers at Macys.
I havent used it in a while but I know it is here.
cupboard, cupboard. hurry up cuz I hear the perk.
Nope green cup missing.
I run upstairs and peak a the collection next to my bed from the two nights. No knew it wasnt there I havent seen it in a while.
OH GOD The pot is hissing. hurry, hurry.
I get to Missis room and son of a bitch. THERE IT IS! IT HAS PAINT BRUSHES IN IT!!!!
The child is angelic sleeping all curled up with the dog. I could smother her.
I could tangle the blanket around her throat. Beat her with MY GREEN COFFEE CUP, but then it might break.
hmmm let her sleep cuz my pot is calling ssssssss glug glug.
IT IS DONE and i am not ready.
Scrub in hot water, soap and rinse rinse rinse rinse. If I taste acrylic or paint thinner she, although pretty, is a sweet memory.

Deep breath, release.
I am now sitting here with my coffee cup filled with liquid sex and it tastes JUST FINE. Actually it is better for the effort. That is the green cup.
I know that the cup I choose in the morning is telltale of my day. Today will be a square green with chucky handle kinda day. and that is good.

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Anonymous said…
I am laughing so hard at this, as I have been on BOTH sides. I once used one of my mother's favorite (who knew??) tea cups to hold my charcoal erasers...
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