Coffee

I just want them to get it right! Lg Coconut ice coffee, cream and sugar. I pull up to the window, get my coffee and take a sip. No coconut...super bummer. I kindly hand the coffee back and say, "I ordered this with coconut, could you put a few splashes in for me?" He takes my coffee and then hands it back after 15 seconds. I pull away and take a sip. Surely it would be right this time. Uhm...No! How can you get this wrong? It's not like I went at 8am and their were 800 other coffee freaks waiting for their coffee's. Am I wrong to expect somewhat exceptional service from a multibillion dollar company? Why should I expect less? Just because someone makes 8 bucks an hour does not give them the right to be incapable of taking an order and getting it right. And if they get it wrong, and are asked to fix it...how come I can't expect that they'll get it right?

The Beginning

So here it is...my first blog. Maybe now I can give my poor husband some piece and quiet, as this will be the place for my ramblings. So I've been inspired to blog from my cousin Erin. She is so raw and unihibited in her blog, as she needs to be. Erin just lost her beautiful baby. I think I will remember the phonecall from my mom telling about it, for the rest of my life. My first emotion-shock. My second emotion-guilt. I am very very different from Erin. I am very concrete and conservative, and she is very open and liberal. I have three wonderful children and I believe, for the most part, that I've done a pretty good job raising them. Erin and I were preggo with our babies roughly the same time. I had Hannah in August, and Erin had Birdie in March. My Hannah is alive and well with me today. Her Birdie is not. I read her blog almost everyday and I continue to struggle with what happened. I can't tell her this...I think it would make her angry. It didn't happen to me and I therefore don't have the right to hurt over it. It's hard to feel this way....



Birdies death has changed me. I'm so much more patient with my children, giving to them much more of my time. I quit my job as a teacher in a preschool to be able to stay home with my kids. I am going to homeschool them because we can not afford to send them to a private school without me working, and Noah is terrified of going to a public school. We are actively involved in extracurricular activities and my children are well socialized...so please don't try to argue that I'm going to be raising social misfits if I homeschool. That will just show me that you are completely uneducated about the benefits of homeschooling, and I don't have time for your ignorance. I can boldly say that, because I didn't think a whole lot differently about a year ago. I am also still nursing my baby (she's almost a year) and my reason may seem so weird. Erin was so excited to nurse her little baby, and then she couldn't. I can't imagine what it must have felt like for her when her milk came in and she had no baby to feed. I nurse Hannah because I am able to, and the bond that it has created between her and I is amazing. I don't think I would have made it through the difficult moments of nursing (biting, blistered nipples, etc), but I did it for Birdie. Birdie's death changed me, and I can't wait to thank her someday. I know that I'll get a chance to meet her and I find peace in knowing that she's up with our Saviour.



Okay, so I've finally been able to express all of my pent up feelings about a baby and mom that I was barely close to, but yet changed me so much. This blog is my selfish place to release any uncomfortable thought that I may have. I don't intend for it to help anyone, or to cause anyone argument. This is my space where I won't worry about how I might sound or feel.

-Meg