Awoke in the four o’clock hour this morning. Folded some towels and put them away, made some tea and then, a little after five, took a small vitamin/herbal supplement that aids in sleep.
Awoke again to Paul kissing me goodbye as he was headed off to work sometime after eight. It felt like a large building had fallen on me, particularly my head. When I was able to breathe I noted a slight sent of coffee and offered Lydia a buck(she is raising money for a people group that has no translation of the Bible) to bring me a cup.
This is when things turn really bad. The glass pot was empty as was the thermal carafe. Checking in the fridge there were no beans. She cheerfully offered to make another pot from the grounds. I declined.
I am alone with four children with the charge to educate and keep them alive – without coffee. I have holded myself up in the office with the hope that I may stay alive until reinforcements come. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I hear the strains of Baby Bach in the background and loud shrieking outside the door. This a clearly an angry mob bent on destruction.
Here is the thing, if I survive until reinforcements return and they are the same ones who left me here without coffee would a jury hang me for turning on them?
Not if I were on that jury
You are a good woman, Amber.
OK, please note that instead of “holed up” in the office I wrote, “holded up” and “sent” for “scent”. Do I need further evidence of my incapacitation?
I can’t help you with the caffeine, but if some comic relief would be in order, you might just listen…is that the whirring of an obnoxiously loud fan I hear? Why yes, I do believe it is!
I tried to leave you a big ol’ hint on my blog a few days back, but either you haven’t been by for a visit, or you just didn’t catch it.
Hope you day is improving.
that would be “hope YOUR day is improving”
Sherry, I love you hints! 🙂 It’s like a blogger scavenger hunt. Alison, once you get your sleep and coffee levels up, you need to make yourself a little stash of emergency coffee, chocolate, and maybe a little evening drink, too, then hide this stuff in a tampon box. Guys never look in there.
Oh, and hang in there. It’ll get better soon.