It was Sunday and the alarms were alarming simultaneously. Should a husband and wife use one alarm if they are inadvertently setting the same times? A question that begs to be answered, but not right now. “The alarm needs shut off”, grumbles Happy Wife in her thoughts. “I just need a little more time.”
And Loving Husband is thinking the same thing. Attention-deprived Dog is running back and forth, but the two sleepy-drenched individuals drown out his presence.
Sleep is sweet. Sleep is so sweet. But it can turn sour 4 minutes before you have to be out the door. It’s a precarious timetable and flirting with the alarm is risky, but some days you just have to flirt.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Or in this case melodious music that never pushes past 10 notes. Sleep-medicated hand fumble, fumble, slaps! And it’s off! Dog shakes around its name tag. Husband and Wife tune him out again. Just a few more minutes!
Until...fumble, fumble, SLAP…..what?!
“O man….it’s 4 minutes until 8! We have to be out the door by 8!”
Happy Wife jumps out of bed and precedes to make bed with husband still inside. Loving Husband panics calmly. Happy Wife panics like a headless chicken.
WE HAVE 4 MINUTES!
WE HAVE 2 MINUTES!
WE HAVE NO MINUTES!
She runs and flails. She slaps on makeup and wipes sour sleep off her face. Loving Husband feeds the dog and bides his time. He even stops to make a pot of coffee. “These grounds will have to do.” He’s called Loving Husband for a reason, you know.
He prepares himself in less time than Happy Wife, and he even made time for responsibilities and brewed coffee.
Happy Wife is still oblivious to the coffee, until she clippety-clops past the coffee pot. First, she is amazed that her husband made them coffee. But amazement pauses in mid-thought, because she is pretty certain that he didn’t use the regular coffee grounds. She organized recently, and things can be hard to find when a wife is always trying to find the most efficient solution.
“Uh, what coffee did you use?”
“The jar underneath the sugar!”, he replies instantly.
“Ummm, that’s for my used coffee grounds. For the plants! I know it’s in a pretty jar (ahem, a firm believer in the trendy mason jar), but that’s my system and you never make coffee. So, I didn’t think….!!”
“I knew something was off about those grounds. I need to get you a different container.”
“I hope it doesn’t taste bad.”
Did they actually contemplate tasting this coffee?! OF COURSE! Because—-
“It’s better than nothing.”
Four minutes to 8 doesn’t leave you with much choice. You accept the grounds of tardiness and you embrace it.
“You know you have a good brand of coffee when it doesn’t taste too bad the second time around.”