Breaking Up

Ok, so the day didn't start out so great. I woke up and as usual, instantly thought about coffee. ;)

I knew I had to make a fresh pot this morning (I usually make enough for a couple of days and refrigerate it since I only drink one cup a day) so I got up and started putting everything together. Thoughts of steaming hot, fresh coffee filled my mind and a gentle smile crept over my face. It was going to be oh so good....

I usually buy bags of whole beans and grind them myself, and because the grinder is a bit of a pain to clean I will sometimes grind enough for a few pots and store the grounds in a small container the freezer. I knew my little container was almost empty, so I pulled out the grinder as well and assembled it so I could grind more beans for today's pot.

Everything was in place and I went to the pantry for the new bag of beans.

It wasn't there.

It wasn't in the freezer either. I know I bought a bag recently. I am NEVER without coffee!

I am without coffee. :(

I was able to make a small pot out of what I had left. Enough for today, but probably not a full cup tomorrow. I may have to make a grocery run tonight just for coffee.

I hate going to the grocery store on the weekend.

It may not seem like a big deal to you, but if I don't have a smooth coffee experience first thing in the morning, it taints the whole day.

So Kiddo wakes up and seems to be in a good mood, but after about an hour things start to go downhill. He told us all morning he was tired. Very strange for him, because he knows what that statement means, and he had slept through the night, so I was a bit concerned. Just before church he decided he didn't want to go. There was lots of tears and arguing and him screaming...but we eventually got him in the car and he seemed to be ok on the way there. Got him in the church; he happily went into his Sunday school room and that was that.

[oh by the way I opted to take my chances and didn't bring a towel to sit on. in case you were wondering]

When we picked him up after the service though, the teachers were both concerned about him because they said he cried almost the entire time he was there. He told them he was sad. They said he still was obedient, but he would just cry and they couldn't console him.

My poor guy.

He's been like this for days. I know it has to do with the baby and the tension in the house. Hubby doesn't agree. His recollection of when his baby sister was born is one of indifference. Somehow I don't believe he was so relaxed about it. I guess I should ask my mother in law. Not that it matters, because Kiddo is definitely reacting to something emotionally, and the only logical thing is the baby. I do realize that the 3 year old mind can be confusing too, but I think this is more than typical "3".

Regardless, I just don't know how to deal with it. We both came to tears on several occasions today.

But that could have just been because I am out of coffee. ;)

Until,
D :)