Mmm, caffiene.
I've done that, Sue.
So, for those following along at home, Darby came home last night. I put down a bowl of chow and she ate it all up, cool as you please. Same chow - it came in from the car with her. The look of outrage on my sister's face was quite something to behold.
My favorite appliance is the coffee maker with a timer. I wake up to freshly made coffee every weekday. If the apartment was on fire I would grab my purse, my cat, and my coffee maker.
but on a minute to minute basis is SO much easier than a 5 year old with entitlement issues.
Ooof, I hear ya sister. We were watching some videos of Matilda when she was 3 and unbelievably sweet and adorable in her Meerkat costume the other day and I'm afraid JZ, Emmett and I would have all traded the whiny/fussy/complainy current edition in for a day of play with 3 y.o. Matilda. (But just for a day - we'll let her grow through this and become a bundle of fun again.)
I have one of those coffeemakers that grinds the beans -- this causes a 5 min. process of cleaning the thing out each night, because everything gets gunky. But that makes me clean the thing and put in beans and water early the evening before (usually while cooking). Because I do that, Bob cleans the litter box each night.
I've never named the Caffeine Conundrum, because it happens before I have coffee.
That cup of green tea was very delicious. You're all still very strange.
I just battle with movietickets.com for half an hour using four credit cards. No joy. Jesus, that site is crap at the best of times. It is the worst of times.
Well, just means my errands have to start earlier.
I hope to be able to get in the habit of using my timer coffee maker again. Remembering to set it at night will be the issue. I need to start on a new nighttime routine tonight so it is starting to get set by Monday. oof I do not like set routines.
I used to have a magic coffeemaker that ground the beans at a set time.
Today I'm having instant, if I remember to make a cup.
That sounds like a contrast that should mean something, but I don't think it does.
On the other hand, 5 year olds are sometimes hilarious. Our neighbor is over, and she just told me about the pit bulls down the block who had baby puppies. Very seriously, "Their penises are even smaller than my Dad's!"