This morning, I had woken up a bit late. Yes, 8:15 is sleeping in, late for me. With three kids, all under the age of ten, I am usually up by no later than 7:30.

Scott had to work over. He is off today and has a personal day tommorrow. Then, another day off on Tuesday. Last night, he could not leave until everything was stocked and sale items for the week put in to the feature area.

The reason for him being so behind is that while he was on vacation, his "help" got hurt while exiting the big freezer in the back. The guy slipped on a patch of ice and hurt his tail-bone. He won't be back until this week or next.

Well, because of all the extra work, Scott didn't get home until two this morning. Now, he has not worked third shift in quite a while. So, I am no longer used to being home alone past midnight.

Yep, I had stayed up waiting for my hard working man. He went in at 1:30 yesterday afternoon. And he didn't leave until a quarter to two. We only live about ten minutes from the store that he works at.

This morning, I had planned on making a small pot of coffee for myself. Just enough to get the brain started and peepers to see straight. Then, cook the kids an egg breakfast.

Let's just say, my morning has not turned out as planned.

After getting up, I had washed a few dishes. I noticed that the kids were playing on the swings. Without permission to be outside, mind you.

Then, I had finally noticed that there was already coffee in the pot. Too much. I really wasn't planning on making that much. I knew who made it. Hayley, my oldest daughter who is eight years old.

My fatal mistake...

Making that first cup of coffee. With my usual two and a half t-spoons of sugar and some whole milk. Then, I took a sip and almost got sick.

The coffee was so strong, it would have brought a big, bad biker dude to his knees. My eyes about buldged out of my sockets.

Then, I looked in the filter area and had seen that waaaay much too much coffee was used for was measured out to be a seven cup coffee pot of joe.

Well, I took and threw away the filter with the used coffee and rinsed the filter bowl out. Then, after putting back on to the pot attatchment, I poured another four cups of water in to the water area. I ran that in to the "coffee from hell".

Now, my coffee is how I like it. But, most of it will be going down the drain. I honestly don't drink java past eleven in the morning.

Hayley knows that I appreciate her thoughtfulness and that I love her for wanting to "help" my morning to get it off to a good start.

Although, I let her know that from now on, until she knows exactly how I make the coffee, that she is to wait until I am up and right there to supervise as she makes the coffee for me.

Tags: kids, daughter, love, appreciation, drinks, coffee, sleep, husband, work, store, hurt helper, life, thinking of those that you love, small vent, funny in hind sight

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