I always think I’ll drink a third cup of coffee in the morning. Coffee is an important part of my day, especially my homeschool day, because it gives me a personality and enthusiasm. The third cup of coffee is a goal for which I strive daily. I fix an 8-cup pot in the morning, which pours just slightly over three of my Longaberger coffee mugs. The pink coffee mug holds a central role on my desk.
Despite my love for coffee, however, I seldom get around to drinking that third cup of coffee. In fact, the two I do drink tend to be rather tepid before I finish them. This is partially by design — I don’t like my coffee scalding hot anyway, and the kids have a bad habit of knocking my coffee all over themselves or my lap, so I put an ice cube into it as soon as I pour it — but partially because someone is always interrupting my coffee-drinking.
By the time I finally get around to that third cup of morning coffee, the coffee has started to burn in the pot and it’s noon and too close to afternoon coffee time to fix another pot of coffee, because preparing three pots of coffee before 3pm just makes it look like I have a problem. Sometimes I try to get around all of this by pouring the extra cup into a go-cup and stashing it elsewhere, but it inevitably ends up ice cold and barely sipped. A waste of two scoops of coffee grounds. A waste of a perfectly good cup of coffee.
Today is one of those rare days when I actually managed to pour the third cup. It sits, unfinished, on my desk, room temperature. I’m drinking it anyway, because sometimes, even a small a win is still a win.
