That’s my old coffee maker there. That’s not my cat.
Over the Christmas holiday, Evil Genius and I decided that we were worthy of spoiling. He works hard, right? And me? Well, I keep the kids alive. We deserve something special.
We both have been dreaming of coffee in the mornings. The smell of coffee wafting up the stairs and giving us a reason to get out of bed. Yes, coffee ready and waiting for us. Just like on the commercials on tv.
We have in our possession a cheap coffeemaker, bought on clearance at Wal-Mart for $14.97. Through the years it’s seen better days. In addition to the springy thingy that broke off of it quite some time ago, any time we turn it on the whole house smells like burnt coffee. I have scrubbed and scrubbed this thing and it still stinks.
After much debate we went out shopping and splurged, on a $35 automatic coffeemaker, our one Christmas present to ourselves. A Mr Coffee, even. It’s pretty and shiny. I even bought one of those reusable coffee filter thingies. And it was very nice to have our coffee in the mornings again without the house smelling like Starbucks on fire, at least during Christmas break when we were all home.
The Princess keeps an eye on the coffeemaker.
Once my husband went back to work, the reality of owning an automatic coffeemaker began to hit home. This is because the coffeemaker does not get up, fill itself with coffee and water, then brew itself. Nor does it bring it up the stairs to us and hold it under our noses to bring us to consciousness. I can’t remember to fill the darn thing half the time. My husband forgets too and doesn’t have time to make coffee on the way out the door. So there it sits, some days it’s used, some days it’s not. This is the life of a coffeemaker in a house full of ADD people.
It also doesn’t bring the coffee to you, nor does it yell at you to come get your coffee. It has a two hour time frame to stay on, then it shuts off. I haven’t figured out how to bypass this yet. On the days we actually remember to set everything up the night before, a few minutes after I get up with the kids the coffeemaker shuts off and then the coffee gets cold. Sometimes I remember to turn it back on, sometimes I don’t.
Maybe I need a barista to come stay at my house. Or a superhero who also happens to make coffee.
That’s nice, I know you’re Iron Man. Now make me some coffee!
Or better yet a coffee robot! This one will do nicely…
This is really something someone built! You can find it here http://www.instructables.com/id/R2D2-Dark-Roast-Edition/
We’ve been talking about getting a coffee grinder sometime when we have a little extra cash. This is so we can grind some of those awesome coffee beans they sell at the organic grocery store I shop at. While this is a good idea, it also makes me laugh. Really? Are we really going to take the time to grind our own? Maybe if the robot will do it?
That’s almost as funny as us swearing that we are going to drink tea. We own at least one tea ball. We have tea-both hot and cold. We only drink hot tea when we are sick. Each summer Evil Genius decides to make sun tea. So he and the kids make it up in the jar and set it outside to brew. And then once it’s brewed it sits in the refrigerator and never gets touched. We’re strange folks, yes we are.
Whatever the method of ingestion it comes right down to that we obviously depend on some sort of caffeine each day. I unfortunately consume too much pop, both the cans of Diet Sunkist Lemonade and Coke Zero with a little bit of Coke in it when I visit the gas station, big old mug in hand. Evil Genius is good about drinking his coffee when it’s ready, and loves his diet pop as well as energy drinks.
Do you need coffee to get you through the mornings? I need something, but I tend to reach for the pop instead… because my coffee isn’t ready.
Mondays are like this.
The Sadder But Wiser Girl 