If you’ve ever read my blog, you may know by now that mornings are not my love language.

The Morning and I don’t get along too well for many reasons, the main two being that I sleep through my alarm way too often, and spilling coffee/coffee grounds/anything coffee related is like, ma thing.

Both things mentioned above hurt my feelings, and both things tend to make me run late.

So naturally, today instead of waking up at 7:45 when my alarm went off, I opened my eyes at 8:50.

Confetti!

After rushing to get ready, I decided that going through the Starbucks drive-thru would be way faster than making breakfast and my coffee.

Also, a multigrain bagel toasted with cream cheese sounded like heaven, and hi. Coffee.

But thennn, after dwelling on that for a little, I guilted myself into just making the stupid coffee and breakfast at home because it’s free at home and…not free at Starbucks.

Worst. Decision.

As soon as the coffee maker started dripping into the pot, I opened the cupboard to grab a travel mug and…Nothing. All travel mugs gone. Which is super impressive considering the fact that we have exactly five million travel mugs in our home.

On a normal morning, this wouldn’t be the end of my world, but today I was, hello, late…and the only thing my little brain could think was please leave me alone, I need to get coffee.

…No one was in the kitchen but me. But don’t worry, I’m usually sane most of the time.

After a few minutes I decided that I only had two options: Sit down and cry, or use one of those thick plastic water cups with the built in straw.

So…I sat down and cried.

Ok just kidding. Maybe.

Long story short…Hah. (This hasn’t been short at all.)

The cup worked great.

Then, TONIGHT! I decided that if I didn’t decorate my little tree, it for sure wasn’t gonna happen at all. After dinner I marched up to my room confident that I would get it done AND put all my laundry away while I was at it.

Question.

Am I the only one who sees a large box of plastic glitter ornaments, and decides the best and most effective way of getting them hung on the tree is to dump them all on the floor first?

No? It’s not just me?  Oh good, I almost felt stupid for a second.

After the waterfall of endless glitter covered my floor, I came to the discovery that Walmart doesn’t include those little strings to actually hang the ornaments on the tree.

Confetti!

I tried to make the best of the situation and at least put some ribbon on it until I could run out and get ornament hooks.

Then Siren and Major tried to help by taking the ribbon back off the tree and I thought never again…or at least never again until next year.

Long story short…Don’t buy plastic glitter ornaments from Walmart because:

1. Glitter, Everywhere.
2. No strings.
3. The cats will never be helpful
4. 3 doesn’t really apply to Walmart.

So, in closing, today I learned to just go to Starbucks when I’m running late and to continue to procrastinate the tree decorating process.

Love,

Is it Monday or Wednesday?