A tragic afternoon . . .

The dudes go down for a nap every day after lunch.

Every day.

Can I get an "Amen?"

For it is during this precious nap time that I accomplish everything I needed to get done for the day, but I couldn't because the dudes were awake.

And when they wake up again, everything I accomplished becomes undone.

Then my husband comes home.

And I have yogurt on my shirt, my hair is a mess, dinner is still a theory, and the house is destroyed.

 And it looks like I did not one thing all day long.

Yet, I did.

Oh, such is life.

But the best part about my afternoon nap time is my afternoon cup of coffee.

So today, I was particularly needing this cup of coffee.

My head was pounding.

The room was spinning.

No.

I am not addicted to caffeine.

How dare you even infer that?

Infer . . .

Did I use that word right?

Mind you, I have not had my coffee yet.

I went into the kitchen and started the pot.

Then I sat down and waited for that precious, life-saving "beep."

I walked into the kitchen and found this:

Oh, this is tragic.

And for so many reasons:

1)  I brewed water.  This will not help me.

2)  Clearly, my coffee pot needs to be cleaned on the inside.  Hence, the brown water.

3)  Clearly, my coffee pot needs to be cleaned on the outside.  But who has time for such trivial tasks?

So, here I am blogging about it while I wait for that glorious "beep" once again.

Luckily, I am well-stocked on the most essential part of my afternoon:

Oh, help my spare tire.

Ooooh!

Guess what I just heard!?