Okay, this happens 99% of the time. I actually just finished drinking a cup of jasmine green tea, and this success was so major in my little world that it seemed worth writing about. Yes, that is about the size of my world these days. Tiny, but happy.
Beside tea success, I also had some toy success today. Lately, (as in since always), Tim hasn't been too into playing with toys. We've never seemed to be able to get the good ones. Or I'm not very good at facilitating his play with toys without having to be a constant and active participant which is not handy when supper needs cooking. Tim's favourite activity is Mama reading a book to him, and while I do enjoy this and we spend plenty of time throughout the day thus engaged, Tim is certainly old enough to enjoy "alone time" and use his little brain for solo play... freeing Mama up for such exciting activities as "laundry time" and "bathroom cleaning time" or even a little "eyebrow plucking time".
And frankly, the contents of the tupperware, utensils, and pots and pans cupboards being strewn all over the house is getting a bit old.
So, I thought it was time to try getting Tim a good toy. However, I hate shopping for so many reasons, including the stress of thinking I'm about to spend good money crap that going to go to waste. (Maybe this is why Tim doesn't have many toys to begin with.)
Long story shortened slightly: after painful perusal of the aisles at Toys R Us, we settled on a toy drill. Battery-powered seemed to be the key. The fact that a simple button-push causes it to make a noise similar to the coffee grinder and hand blender (Tim is obsessed with both - morning smoothies are a big event) was a big selling feature.
So far, so good. Tim actually refused to stop drilling for lunch, so the new toy is now sullied with tomato sauce.
* Somehow this does not happen with coffee, even though the milk AND the coffee in my latté are heated within an inch of their lives. Perhaps because I'm so in love with coffee that I'm willing to risk burning all the buds off my tongue rather than wait 3 more minutes for the blessed nectar? Or because once coffee is made my mind refuses to think about anything else until that first sip has been taken?
