Out for Coffee

Good Morning!!

If we were actually meeting for coffee this morning, 

we would be meeting somewhere other than my home. 

 Maybe a cute bakery/coffee shop with yummy scones, muffins, and pastries?
I would order an iced, decaf, cafe latte and a gooey cherry turnover.
Yummy.


As you watched me get up to meet you,
you might understand my need for an outside venue. 

I'm walking like I'm 95 years old.  My back hurts SO bad. 

I need someone else to make the coffee and the goodies...

and clean the house.

It is probably from carrying this little guy

and a huge bag of supplies

("Max and Ruby" videos, coloring books, markers)

everywhere I go. 

And if I am not carrying him, he is holding my hand

and jumping

over cracks in the sidewalk,

or over the orange tiles (to the get to the yellow tiles),

or  lifting both of his feet off the ground

and hanging onto my arm

without any notice. 

 I am glad he has so much energy...

but yank, jerk, yank, jerk. 

My poor back.

We might talk about our aches and pains for a while,

until we felt old

and stopped.

Then I might try not to whine

that John was out of town all last week at a client,

while I was home alone with my bad back

and three wacky little boys

who never stop moving (ahhh!!!)

 

and how I was about to go

 cuckoo for cocoa puffs...

but somehow survived.

And I might tell you how I am so on edge this morning.

I found myself scolding a five-year-old for laughing at Andrew's bald head.

I scolded him loudly.  In front of three other five-year-old boys,

and his nanny.

They needed to hear it.

But I was shaking afterwards.

Then I forgot it was "plant day" at Sammy's school.

So once I signed him in, I went to the store and bought a plant.

I brought it to the classroom (20 minutes later) and found that he had already planted

a different plant.

Normally, this wouldn't phase me.

But today...

I felt like crying.

So I need this coffee break!!!

The good news is that the weather is cooler. 

Hooray!

The storm we had last week was followed up

with a sequel of golfball-sized hail

and more wind.

It was so fun.

We (I) sat in our driveway and watched it come down. 

The boys played in the hail until it started to make welts on their skin.

I might tell you that we were supposed to be in the hospital yesterday (and today),

but Andrew's blood hasn't fully recovered from the last chemo round.

Too few platelets

(his blood doesn't clot like it is supposed to due to the chemo).

So instead we (they) climbed trees

and played in the sand

and rode scooters

and swung on the swings

(and hoped Andrew wouldn't bruise himself!)

He didn't!

(This picture looks so sweet and nice

but it was right before they both started screaming

and hitting each other.

Someone sat in the other's freshly dug hole, or something.)

I might mention that I am still listening to the Wailin' Jennys nonstop

and driving my husband bonkers :).

(It is in my car, and in my kitchen, and on my ipod...)

I tell him it is my coping mechanism

and it could be worse.

Much worse.

I try to turn it down when he's around. :)

I might ask what music you play when you need soothing. 

As we were finishing up,

and you walked,

 and I hobbled towards the door

I would once again

thank you for coming

and tell you how much I enjoyed

this time

and this coffee

and you.

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