Some days I make extra coffee just so I can save some of it in the fridge for the next morning; chilled, creamy, and a day old. Perfect. It’s on mornings when Evelyn will say the same thing over and over, at the same decibel (LOUD) that I really cherish my cold coffee. I don’t get it sometimes. Do toddlers just think that the more they scream, the more we’ll listen and do what they want? I gotta say, when she is hanging off my arm and repeating “I want the pool!” or “I’m hungry!” or “Where’s my swing?” I sometimes just want to pick her up by her feet and swing her around a bit till she’s too dizzy to talk for at least a minute. If you don’t have kids, that probably seems harsh. Have one and you’ll find yourself fantasizing about a quiet car ride or the burning desire to be able to go to the bathroom without little hands fumbling with the door handle to come say hi. I just saw you 30 seconds ago, leave me alone!
I always get to this point in my posts and start to feel a little bad. I mean, they are my kids. I love their little faces, the fact that Theo is SO expressive right now, and Evelyn’s crazy curls. But, the fact that Ev has currently wedged herself in between my legs and is playing with the hair band on my wrist as I write reminds me that I CANNOT WAIT to get my hair cut this Tuesday. A whole hour to myself?! Think I’m gonna get wild and get the Zooey Deschanel fringe. Just give me my cup of cold, day old coffee and this Tuesday cannot come soon enough.

