Murphy’s Law of the Military Spouse states that “anything that can go wrong, will… the moment the boat pulls away from the pier.” (Feel free to substitute the appropriate verbiage for your branch of the military here).
I started last week with a broken air conditioner (which is never fun during a Georgia summer). By Friday, I also had a malfunctioning riding lawn mower, a weed eater whose cord kept melting together, and a vacuum cleaner with absolutely no suction whatsoever. Seriously!?
I had quite frankly had enough of Murphy and his stupid law! I needed a day off. Or else a short trip to the psych ward…
I packed up The Three Little Piglets, grabbed my camera and headed to the beach to escape from my rather dismal reality. I had the audacity to think that I could tinker around with my camera while the kids played in the sand and the surf.
What was I thinking?
Now it’s at this point that my littlest piglet informs me that she thinks she’s going to throw up.
She wasn’t kidding…
Not wanting to immediately stuff her back in the car for the 45 minute ride home, I get her resting on her towel.
Another twenty minutes go by and my second piglet comes hobbling down the beach crying fit to beat the band and oozing blood from more places than my squeamish heart can take. Turns out she slipped on the rocks and cut both knees and had a rather scary looking gash in her toe.
At this point I just looked up in sky and said, “You’ve GOT to be kidding me! Really?”
I wrapped up her toe with the only non-sand covered thing I had, my shirt, to stop the bleeding and took off at a sprint down the beach to get the last little piglet and his friend. We’re not talking the sexy Pamela Anderson Baywatch run down the beach. We’re talking the covered in throw-up, haven’t run in 11 years, and I’m a little closer to 40 than I’d care to admit (to you or to myself) kind of run.
By the time I get there, I’m thinking great, now I’ve got one kid throwing up, one bleeding all over the place, and I am about to die of a heart attack! It was NOT pretty…
We somehow managed to make it home, successfully bandage the toe with liquid band-aid and nursed the stomach virus all weekend (it was a VERY long weekend).
And now, by some stroke of miracle it’s Monday…
I’m not much of a coffee drinker normally (unless its dessert in a cup from Starbucks), but desperate times call for desperate measures. This coffee is like a creamy Mocha Café au Lait!
The Perfect Scoop of Coffee
2 tbs. ground coffee
1” vanilla bean
6 ounces of hot water
1 ounce Godiva Mocha Liqueur
1 scoop of vanilla ice cream (as big or as little as you want)
A sprinkle of freshly grated nutmeg
Place coffee grounds and vanilla bean (sliced open and with seeds) into your coffee maker. (I have a Bodum press, so I place it in the bottom). Make a short cup of coffee, using only 6 ounces of water, so it will be a tad stronger.
Once brewed, pour in your favorite mug with a shot of Godiva Mocha Liqueur and add a scoop of ice cream. Top with a little freshly grated nutmeg.
And then feel free to pretend its Friday. This cup should buy you at least ten minutes to work that fantasy out!