Monday, October 25, 2010

Life saver…

After coming off my happy pills back at the beginning of this year, I think I’ve adjusted fairly well.  No major issues to speak of, but, I have noticed a tad bit of anxiety, as of late. 

Rationally, I know much of it is my new schedule, and the stress of school, but, some of the anxiety was manifesting over little shit.

Like cups.

Not just one cup…I’m talking no less than 20 cups, that would be on my kitchen counter by the end of every day. 

I SWEAR it seems that my children get a new cup, for every fucking sip of water they ingest!  They must, for that is what the evidence shows at the end of every day, when my dishwasher is filled to the brim with a myriad of cups from around the globe. 

Some from Dickies barbecue down the street, in all shapes and sizes.  Kids cups from Chili’s.  Cups from Fuzzy’s taco stand.  Cups from Bourbon street that’s original purpose was not for milk.  Cups from a Cowboy’s game back in 2002.  Cups from Chuck E. Cheese.  My favorite cups from Rudy’s barbecue that we collect on our trips to Austin. 

All of them would be strewn across the counter by nightfall.  While I did, just a smidge, appreciate the nostalgia of it all, the daily plastic trip down memory lane…mostly it boiled my blood. 

I would rant and rave like a lunatic, day in, and day out…”ONE CUP…ONE CUP…YOU ONLY NEED ONE CUP FOR A DAY.  MAYBE TWO DAYS.  FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SANE AND HOLY…ONE FLIPPIN’ CUP PER PERSON!  THAT’S FIVE CUPS…I JUST PICKED UP THIRTY-FREAKIN-SEVEN CUPS!!  WORK WITH ME PEOPLE!!”

They would listen to me wide-eyed, nod in agreement, and go get a cup out of the cupboard and get a drink of water.

On top of it all…the fights that would break out over one of the any given 37 cups that were on the counter. 

“MOOOOOOOOO-OM.  He just drank out of my cup!” 

“NO I DIDN’T!  The little Dickie’s cup is mine.  Yours is the big one.”

“NU-UH!!  Ave’s is the Fuzzy’s cup, YOURS is the big Dickies cup!”

This would go on for seemingly hours.  These cups were causing chaos, and I was at my breaking point.  I had to do something to save my sanity.  So, I bought these…

  3000 
Color coded cups.  Jack is red.  Ave is blue.  Lil is purple.  There are only two of each.  While one is washing, the other is being used. 

No more fights.  No more fusses.  No more eighty seven cups on my counter each night.  Now, there are only these three.  These three aesthetically pleasing cups.

I’m an idiot for not thinking of it sooner…it’s just that no one tells you that you’re at risk for offin’ yourself over plastic flippin’ cups, when you become a mom! 

10 comments:

Jes said...

I have color coded cups at my house too!! It works out great, they always know which cup is theirs. Occasionally, Jeremy screws up the order by pouring a drink for someone in the wrong color cup and it throws everything off, but that doesn't happen very often. So glad you were able to put a stop to the madness :)

Bridget said...

Great solution to this problem, and it is too funny that I was just griping at my two for the same thing yesterday.

Stacey said...

I think it's funny that all your cups come from restaurants! lol Most of mine do too!

Great idea on the colored cups.

Kameron said...

That's a great idea. It happens to us too and I don't have kids that can even get their own damn drinks yet!!

Melissa said...

Love it, love it, love it!
I think I'm going to the local Wali-World after work today!

Tracy said...

Hilarious and I know exactly what you mean.

Kimmy said...

Brilliant! Love the idea :O) Although, I have this problem with water bottles. I have tons of water bottles throughout my house, wondering who's is who's. I've attempted at putting an "M" on top with a sharpie, indicating "Mom". However, we forget if there isn't a sharpie arms reach. lol

S.I.F. said...

Brilliant! I knew you were super mom! :p

MX3 said...

A great idea in theory, but at my house it is only a (short) matter of time before every cup (except the breakable ones) have mysetiously disappeared.

Every. Freakin. One.

On a side note, is there really a restaurant called Fuzzy Tacos? Seriously?

Candi said...

Ok along w/MX3 not only do my cups disappear but my bowls, spoons and forks. I swear right now we're eating dinner & just passing the last fork in the drawer around the freaking table!!!