Mondays are bad enough on their own, but when you wake up to realize you aren't out of coffee they become ULTRA-BAD.
And that's where I was this week. Completely out of coffee.
After dropping off Andrew at football at 7:30am, I drove myself through Starbucks drive through. I ordered my Venti Fat Free cup o' caffeinated delicious.
Everything was going along swimmingly. Cheeks woke up and when I went to make her breakfast, I bumped into the doorway between the living room and kitchen.
While I was holding my almost full cup of Starbucks Iced Coffee.
I sighed, fought back the tears and got to cleaning up my mess that had gone EVERYWHERE including spatters up the nearby wall.
Enter my blonde little kid who peered at the spill and commented, "Well, Mommy. It looks like that was coffee money just wasted."
Yeah.. kid. It was.