Here is a picture of a cup of iced tea.
Here is the story about this particular cup of iced tea.
Yesterday I was out on the patio, flipping through a cookbook and sipping my iced tea when Corynn brought me four stones, a treasure for each one of us. I 'ooh'ed and aahhhed and thanked her for her overwhelming generosity when the mailman came. I am expecting some recently ordered homeschool books, so I went straightaway to the mailbox, practically skipping in anticipation. Sure enough-when I opened the door, there were lovely thick manila envelopes!
I went back to my seat and began the process of ripping the papers to reveal my REAL treasures, when suddenly, all that work had made me a bit parched. So I took a drink and noticed...four stones at the bottom of my cup!
Andrew was nowhere to be found, so I knew he was the culprit. I laughed and told Corynn, and she got this horrible 'ick' look on her face and said "You drank from that!" I said, "Ah yes! and I will again! Such is the life of a mother."
One of the books that came was a book I bought as a first day of homeschooling present for Corynn, a surprise for that special day. I quickly wrapped it again in paper and took it inside. Only moments later, Corynn comes in excitedly holding forth a dripping hand. "Look Mama! I got those stones out for you!" How is that? SIGH. I can only imagine...
As if reading my thoughts, she said "Yep. I just reached right in grabbed them all. I am a little soaked now."
Ah-the taste of grubby hands in my tea.
But again~what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? And a bit of hand grime won't kill me. After all, such is the life of a mother.
I head back to my seat out of doors and settle in to look at the books when again, thirst strikes. I go to sip my tea and there, right inside the cup is now a chewed up and spit out gourd.
And I give up.