Every person has their vice. Some of us have more than one.
Mine include:
Chocolate - preferably European
Iced Venti Americano from Starbucks
Project Runway
This post is about vice #2. For those of you who knew me a long time ago, you know I was a committed tea drinker. About five years ago, work became waaay more demanding and I found that an iced coffee could keep my energy up. It has since become a serious addiction.
Now, with two small children, I spend more at Starbucks than I do at the movies or on clothes or books. I get ornery when I don't get it. I plot travel based on drive thru locations, I had serious reservations about going to the Outer Banks this summer knowing I would be more than 50 miles away from the closest one.
So, yesterday was a busy morning before gymnastics. Too busy, in fact to make the requisite stop on the way to gymnastics. Juliette has an hour class first, then Evie and I go to Mommy & Me (sidebar: imagine me on a trampoline, yes it is that funny.)
I thought after kissing Juliette - why not find a coffee place close by? I asked a mom, got directions and took off, knowing Evie and I would be back in plenty of time to cheer Juliette through the rings and uneven bars.
Guess who had to go to the potty 5 minutes before I returned? When I walked through the door back into the building, 10 pair of mommy eyes were looking sympathetically at their peer who had been busted sneaking out to Starbucks.
Juliette came out, accusations flew. Thank heavens I had brought along a hot chocolate for her. Forgiveness was granted and an action plan was put in place in case I ever felt the need for coffee again. It would be ok, as long as I notified her in advance.
