Apparently all I'm serving these days is fat free milk. Charlie is weighing in at a whopping 12 pounds and is 25 1/2 inches long! For a little perspective, that's the 6% percentile for weight and the 76% for height. String bean. I began doing a bit of supplementing with formula over the past couple of weeks, but starting today we are on a strict supplemental diet of 3 ounces of formula at every feeding. We're going back to the doctor in a month for a weight check. The goal is to gain at least a pound. We're hoping the extra calories will result in extra sleep, for everyone. I've got one eye closed while writing this and if you called Rick right now I'm convinced he wouldn't answer because he's sleeping in the back seat of his car. Needless to say, we could all use a few extra hours of shut eye.
This morning I found myself in an episode of "Up All Night" except the unfunny, real-life version that's missing the punch line. Over the weekend Rick bought a new coffee maker and up until this morning he'd been making the coffee before he left for work. As a result, I had yet to learn how the thing functioned. This morning came early. I went to bed at 8pm only to be awoken at 10, 12:30, 1, 1:15, 1:30, 1:45, 2:00, 3:30, 5:00, and 7:00. Therefore, I was less than enthused when I went into the kitchen for what I like to call, "The only reason I'm able to put one foot in front of the other" only to discover Rick had left this morning without making coffee. After cursing under my breathe, falling asleep for 30 seconds with my eyes open, and tripping over the cat food bowl, I set out to make some coffee. I should have known at the way my day began, back at 12:30 this morning, that this wasn't going to be an easy task to accomplish. I followed all of the usual steps from filling the water tank to adding the coffee and finally to pressing the "brew" button. And that's where things went south. As a coffee aficionado I am familiar with the sound of coffee brewing. It starts almost immediately and is music to my exhausted ears. Instead I heard nothing but the sound of my snoring as I stood comatose in front of the coffee maker. I immediately called Rick.
Rick: Hey, what's up?
Me: The coffee maker won't work.
Rick: What do you mean it won't work?
Me: I mean I want coffee and it's not making coffee.
Rick: Did you turn it on?
Me: Seriously.
Rick: Well did you put water in it?
Me: I'm going to start crying. YES. I. PUT. WATER. IN. IT.
Rick: (Laughing.) Well, I don't know, try pressing buttons.
Me: (Slamming buttons like a toddler with no fine motor skills.) Not working.
Rick: It always works for me.
Me: I'm going to kill you.
Rick: (Laughing.) Unplug it and plug it back in.
Me: (Unplugged it and plugged it back in...didn't work.) I. NEED. COFFEE. Come home.
Rick: You're going to have to mess around with it until you figure it out.
Me: (About you cry.) I feel like I'm on an episode of "Up All Night" except this isn't funny because it's my life and I AM SO TIRED.
Rick: Good luck, I gotta go.
Miraculously after mashing buttons for a few minutes, the glorious sound of water heating and then trickling through the coffee grinds sounded and I knew I would live to fight another day.
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