Ok hope this works for you..

i wake very early to do the commute thing. oh joy.

coffee is pretty much my lifeline to sanity.

the thing is , no one drinks milk except for me, so if we buy a carton , it just gets bad.

so i did things this way,

my baby wakes up at night, and she does drink milk. we keep a special reserve for her of homofinized, extra-protein, extra fat milk. it sits in a box and i warm up and serces when she needs it.

if she needs milk during the day, it’s probably an sos, and because its a hurried thing, we give her formula.

now, a few days ago we had to make formula. she was very unhappy, and threw the milk out, then got really upset, and there was no time to warm the milk, to appease her. so formula.

in the mornings, i take whatever’s left of my baby’s milk and use it for my coffee. only this time it was not milk and i totaly forgot, being so tired.

so i empty the bottle in the cup..

stir it up....

take a long , deseperate swig....

i wish someone will have a camera sometimes, to capture how i look when things like that happen...

baby formula tastes sweet, but it has a definite aftertaste. somehing like a rusty pipe, or having a coin in your mouth.

i drank it down, though. god gave us coffee. it is the ultimate show of conpassion. it is a sin to let this beautiful nectar go to waste.

on the plus side, baby formula gives you somewhat of a sugar rush...

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ok, that was terrible. here are a few things to cheer you up:

trees with budding leaves,

the sun rising,

steam whisping away from food, when you are hungry,

a hug,

babies, and children when they are not monsters,

apple strudle,

reading a book in bed on a rainy day,

a good movie,

people posting stuff, which is clearly terrible writing..

birds flying in formation,

a non-deoressing part of a david atrenborough documentary,

pizza.

satisfying completion of a writing post,

music( i am now listening to the rachmaninov piano concerto no.2 the second movement, my favorite is coming up..)