Some days I drink my fancy tea. I fill kettles and use teapots and it’s all relaxed and lovely and warm and soothing.
Step one: Get mug out of cupboard.
Step two: Fill with water.
Step three: Microwave mug with water.
Step four: Add tea bag.
Step Five: Drink.
That’s it, five steps and rarely a morning goes by where I don’t forget my tea at one of them.
Mid-morning I find my empty mug on the counter.
I find mugs with lukewarm water both in the microwave and on the counter.
Tea bags are left unopened sitting by the sink.
Meanwhile I’m stumbling through my morning, hating life (like I do before
8 AM, 9 AM, 10 AM!?) wondering why I can’t get the fuzz out of my brain and get going.
This morning I sunk to new depths and discovered a new and terrible way to ruin my cup of tea.
Running late, I was gulping my tea every time I passed through the kitchen getting ready. During one fly by as I was talking with John I grabbed my cup, gulped and as he causally mentioned that I was drinking his coffee, was already spitting it back out.
I don’t do coffee.
I quickly drank my tea – it tasted like coffee.
I headed out the door with a glass of water – it tasted like coffee.
I drank a Diet Coke – it helped.
Tomorrow I’m hoping that I do forget to drink my tea, at least until John is done with his coffee!