Home Alone

When my husband is away I tend to sleep diagonally across the bed with my head on my side and my legs sprawling over onto his side. Or I shift my whole body into the middle of the mattress — the place where there's a hump between the two valleys our bodies have created over the years. I have to set my phone alarm to make sure I get up — cause Chris always wakes me. I reheat leftover coffee or (like today) go without — cause Chris always makes the coffee and brings me a cup.   Though I only drink one cup of coffee every day (really only 2/3 of a mug, the rest is milk) I really need that cup. If I've gone through the leftover coffee (I have) and it's the second morning without, I'll start to get a headache.

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I know you're thinking, "Why doesn't she just make a pot of coffee?" Well, I'm not very good at making coffee.  I'm good at a lot of things, but making coffee isn't one of them. I've tried. It seems simple.  It's just water and ground coffee.  But the measurements matter!  There's a secret somewhere no one's telling me!  Just because you put water to the 6-cup measure on the carafe, doesn't mean it's six cups of water! Or that you put six measures of coffee.  OR that those little scoops are all the same size.  I found out that we have three of those little plastic scoops but they're not the same size.  Geez. Why make it difficult?

I know you're now thinking one of two things: Starbucks. Keurig.  

Not up for getting dressed and driving anywhere for coffee — don't understand it.  I never buy coffee out. NEVER — unless it's for Chris.  I realize I'm in the minority.  And there's something about making a cup at a time that doesn't sit well with me.  But I think that's what I'll do tomorrow when I get to work.

Lucky for me — my husband is coming home tomorrow night and I won't feel so all alone on that mattress.