Sunday morning and I’m completley out of coffee beans.
Managed to scrape together a plunger coffee this morning – not ideal, but better than nothing.
I had to break the bad news to the kids. “Kids? We have to go for a walk this morning. To the coffee shop to buy some more beans.””
I really have no idea why I bothered to continue past walk as as soon as I said the word, the “I don’t want to walk, I hate walking blah blah blah” started up.
Thus the need to explain things clearly and succinctly.
“Mummy has no coffee beans left. If Mummy gets up tomorrow morning and has no coffee, and has to function while she is decaffienated, what do you think will happen? You know what will happen don’t you?
“Ummmm,” Monkey Boy replied politely. Only because he knows what will happen and is too scared to say it out loud for fear it may come true.
“Yes, that’s right,” I continue. “Mummy will go off her nut tomorrow morning and it won’t be fun for anyone, will it?”
He concedes. And repeats it back to me, to be sure we are all clear on what will occur.
“So, you’ll be decaffietated?”
I determine that his is a condition inflicted upon families across Australian (and quite possibly the world) when Mummy wakes up to a house with no coffee – she loses her head at the lack of caffiene.