The Battle of the Bottle Warmer and the Coffee Pot

The half asleep, half awake feeling. I am rested but not rested. “How does that work?”, is what I ask myself as my sweet girl summons me to my morning routine: 

Scoop up baby, want coffee, change diaper, I should start the coffee pot, grab pre-made bottle, forgot to pre-make bottles, check milk date, fill water in reservoir in coffee pot, arm getting tired, make bottles, move baby to other arm, put filter in coffee pot, put bottle in warmer, wait for bottle, wait for coffee. 

The best part of it all are the sweet coos and baby smell. The most invited distraction as I sway my hips back and forth, giving kisses to influence the warmest little smile. 

Minutes past, I go check the bottle warmer. Where is the bottle? Am I losing my mind? I put the bottle in the warmer, didn’t I? I look around frantically and finally spot the bottle. It’s in the coffee pot there the coffee goes.

This was one of many days where my thoughts act as a splatter painting on a canvas: all over the place. With many thoughts and things to do at once, all the colors are thrown everywhere to the point they mix together sometimes. Thought after thought, splatter after splatter, you find yourself staring at a canvas covered in complete chaos, yet colorful and beautiful. 

It’s moments like this where I get to chuckle at myself because we are not perfect and thats what makes it perfect. Though baby was not thrilled with the idea of having to wait longer for milk and my brain yearning for that bean spark, it was a laugh I needed to start my day. 

What was your splatter painting moment?