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Cranky Mommy

My day started with Muffin breaking our last working coffee maker, my beloved French press that saw us through eighteen months in San Francisco, two years in Burundi, and two years in India. It was partly my fault for not watching her more carefully, but I warn her every morning not to pick it up because it will break if she drops it. Luckily only a few pieces of glass chipped off so it was easy to clean up, but a giant crack through it prevents us from ever using it again. I can buy a new one here, but it left me in a lurch over what to do for coffee this morning as the water was boiling. Mike to the rescue! He scooped some ground coffee into the pot of boiling water and then sieved the coffee into our mugs. Without caffeine I was unable to come up with that solution on my own.

Muffin did not have school on Monday and Tuesday so the extended weekend made getting ready for school today a slow process. I was finally hustling her out the door when I nearly stepped on a dead gecko in my bare feet. (Hadn't made it to our flip-flops sitting by the door yet.) Not only did I not step on it but I managed not to yelp out and draw Muffin's attention to it. I did not have time for an explanation of why a gecko was sleeping, legless, in front of the door.

We made it to school in plenty of time for Muffin to play before heading inside. Relieved, I immersed myself in checking email on my phone for the drive across town. I planned on meeting some mom friends for our weekly coffee; however, our driver pointed out a terrible crunching sound that the brakes started making. We were close to our house so carefully made our way there. But I couldn't use the car for going back to pick up Muffin. I made a few phone calls to friends and resigned myself to taking an auto-rickshaw (not a great choice looking at the dark rain clouds forming in the direction of Muffin's school) when one of my friends came through and said I could use his car. The most important part of the day, picking up Muffin from school, was taken care of. Nothing else mattered anymore.

I'll have to shop for a new coffee maker another day, using Mike's method for the next couple mornings. Starting on October 1 I'd planned a rigorous schedule of homework and Halloween preparations during my free time. Thanks to the bandh on Monday, the holiday yesterday, and car trouble today, so far I have not done a minute of either of those things.

I'm thinking of taking a nap this afternoon. I can be Super Mommy tomorrow.


Becky said…
Wow. Yeah, I think today just gets a pass. Here's to a much better day tomorrow.
Pamela Walker said…
This is very true, children expect their parents near to them. Spending some beautiful moments to play with them, can make a mommy to "Super Mommy".

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