The Coffee Shower

One of the chores that the girls are to do is empty the dishwasher.  One has the top shelf and the other does the bottom.  We tried to do the whole switching off every day or every week, but none of us could seem to keep track of who did what on which day.  Don’t even bother mentioning charts…we’ve had a zillion and yet still don’t seem to be able to keep up with them.   I seem to have taught my daughters to function by rote.  (Change is bad, m’kay?)

Anyways, back to the dishes.  (You thought you could distract me by getting me to fret about how unprepared my kids are going to be for the real world and real chores didn’t you? )  For some reason,  they don’t like putting my big beautiful mugs away.  They claim that my coffee mugs are too big and are hard to find space for.  So they sometimes set them on the counter and “forget” to come back to them and put them away.

This happened yesterday.  There were four mugs stacked up into two piles.  Normally, I would make the guilty culprit drop whatever she were doing and come put them away.   Luckily for them, neither was home at the time.  So, saying a few choice words about my little angels, I lifted the mugs and placed them in the cupboard right above my head.  Then I went back to what I was doing,  promptly forgetting all about them.

This morning, as I blearily reached for that first cup of morning brew, I  noticed that there was a little dribble of dried coffee on the side of one of my clean mugs. Wondering why that was there, I reached up to take down the offending cup.  As I pulled the cup towards me, I realized that it was half-full of coffee from at least the day before.  I desperately tried to right the cup, but found myself  screeching in horror as the ice cold coffee rained down upon my head and all over my nightgown. 

Apparently, my child had carelessly set the clean mug right on top of the dirty, half-full mug.   I had then, unknowingly, stowed it away in the cupboard, only to douse myself the next day.   Fortunately for my girls, they were all asleep and I had time to relax and forget about exactly how upset I was first thing in the morning.

When my family was finally assembled, I told them all about my early morning mishap.   Instead of offering me some much deserved sympathy, my entire family burst into laughter.   By that point, I was ready to giggle along with them. 

But never fear…I will get my revenge for the coffee shower….

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