Maybe I Should Get It While Its Hot?

I don't know many people who don't start their day with a cup of coffee. If you can, you are much better than I . But in the morning after I get the kids out of bed, my feet walk right to the coffee marker.

I get my pot brewing before I get juice and milk for the kids. Even though they protest this, this is just how it has to be.

I am so dependent on coffee that if I don't have at least one cup with in a couple minutes of waking, I have a raging headache and I am a complete bear. And yes, I even growl.

I know that this probably means that I am way to addicted to the stuff but right now that is fine with me. Coffee just makes me happy. Even the smell of it puts a smile on my face.

The kids know how I feel about this as they often say, "Mommy. Coffee. Good."

When Jake, Quinn and Claire were babies, I got used to drinking cold or luke-warm coffee. They were much more demanding about that first am bottle then they are now about that first cup of milk/juice. So all I was able to do was smell the coffee and pour myself a cup.

I still have this routine today. I pour my cup and then go about making breakfast and what not. I come back and take a sip, but for the most part my cup of coffee just sits there, getting to the perfect temperature for me to gulp it down.

Well, apparently my cup of coffee has become tempting to other people in this house. I guess I should have known this. It is a big cup of liquid that I love. It was bound to happen that some one should check it out.

But that doesn't mean that the other morning when I came into the kitchen to find it flooded with coffee, I didn't cry a little on the inside.

I was out of the kitchen doing something but when I walked back into the kitchen, I found Quinn putting my cup in the sink while standing on a chair in the middle of a coffee lake.

Coffee was everywhere. There was a pool on the cupboard. It was dripping down the cupboards. And of course the lake on the floor.

I began to scold Quinn, telling him that it was naughty to play with mommy's coffee. But in the middle of my scolding, he interrupted me saying, "Coffee wet. Oh no!"

"Yes, Quinn. Oh no is right," I continued on.

"No, no. I don't know." Quinn said back to me as he shrugged his shoulders and ran out of the room.

I was in no mood to run after him, my coffee was all over the floor and the pot did not have enough left in it for another cup. I was sad. I was broken hearted. I didn't know what to do. But then Quinn came back into the room.

"Oh No!"Quinn said as he stepped out of the way to reveal Jake. Jake stood there with his head down, eyes glued to the floor. I knew something was not right because Jake was not going to look up at me.

After a moment or two, looked up at me with those big blue eyes and said, "Wet" as he pointed to this shirt. Then I saw him and realized why he had his eyes glued to the floor. He was soaked to the skin with coffee.

Apparently, the coffee did not just spill all over the kitchen but also on the person who did the spilling. I had blamed the wrong person and Quinn was going to make darn sure that I knew it.

I learned two things that morning: I need to get a cup with a lid and even though they are triplets, they will throw each other to the wolves when blamed for something the other one did.