Iced Coffee Nightmare: A Slice of Life

Writing teachers need to write themselves.

I am participating in the Slice of Life 2015 Challenge, 

where I attempt to write stories and narratives about moments in my life.

I apologize if this blog post veers off the informative "literacy lens" I usually write through.

This month I am pretending to be a writer, for my students' benefit (and my own).

Writers write. 

#SOL15

    

     Today were were running errands for my daughter's party tomorrow.  So much to do!  We had to run to a few places and get some must needed supplies before the big event.  New photo card, a giant 5 shaped mylar balloon, candy for the piñata, bakery sprinkle cookies... Real must haves.

     The truth is, getting everything done before tomorrow was going to mean a late night, so I stopped at Dunkin Donuts and for the real must have: an iced coffee.  It was our last stop before getting home.

     When I got home, I put the bags on the kitchen table and started to get dinner ready.  I was running around the kitchen and did not hear my children, just 5 feet away, argue about how my daughter could not see the TV.  Mind you, the TV is downstairs and was not on.  I'm not sure why she had to "see it" but I guess she did.  And, her method of clear vision was to shove my stuff off the table.  Starting with my brand new iced coffee.

     I heard the thud of the cup, followed by the thud of my phone.   Every drop of the coffee, along with the ice cubes, was spread in a cold, tan lake across the tile.  Lying in the middle was my phone, which I grabbed as quickly as I could.  Then, it seemed that almost half a roll of paper towels was needed to wipe up from caffeinated friend.  Such despair filled me.  They say don't cry over spilled milk, but in a moment like this I knew the saying would not be true regarding Dunkin Donuts beverages.

     So, here I am, 11:52 CST, typing this slice, because I did not have my coffee and I fell asleep putting my children to bed.  Now I did not make the eastern time zone cut off, but I had to slice away on Day 22.  I have a list of things to do now, including creating Minecraft party supplies for my daughter's 5th.  So, it is late, and I am groggy, but I kept my streak going.

    Perhaps I should have gotten a straw and tried to drink it off my floor.  That would have really made a slice to remember.  Oh well.