Behind the Title

 Sometime in the past 17 days since I had Elisha, there was a increment of days when I noticed a trend -- my coffee would hit the microwave 2-3 times before I had a chance to consume it.  I read this article about how microwaving changes molecular structure of liquids.  If that's true, then by the time I get to my coffee, I wonder if I'm even drinking coffee anymore.  Yesterday I noticed in the middle of the afternoon that my coffee was still sitting in the microwave from that morning.  My husband tells me that maybe I should get used to drinking lukewarm.  I think I was in the middle of a Bible lesson when I said, "I spue out lukewarm."

I already said I would not give up painting my nails as a mother -- something needs to keep me feeling like a woman, and nails just happen to be my barrier between hot mama and mama who's hot because her wardrobe standards have degraded to sweats.  I reminded myself of that 2 days ago as I looked at my 15 days postpartum, UNPAINTED nails.  I quickly slapped some of my preteen daughter's white nail polish on them.  I thank the inventor of '50 seconds till dry' nail polish.  Too bad 50 seconds also doesn't include hardener; it seems we can only get one or the other.  Drat.  That nail polish chipped the very next day while I was preparing my kitchen for the Shabbat with all the cleaning.  Getting back to why I started talking about nails, just so you don't think I totally had a 'squirrel' moment -- I realize I just may have to give up the nails temporarily, but don't ask me to give up the warm beverage.

I had thought of naming it "Cold Coffee & Dead Battery" because at least one of my communicating devices are ever on a dying battery.  I do apologize to those whose phone calls I do not answer -- I'm either running on no battery or no time.  Then again I say "no time" when I will reply to a text message.  Maybe I should say I'm running on no ear.  Mine have reached their chaotic threshold.

With the exception to this past week (because my in-laws were visiting), we still managed to get our school work, house work, Bible studies, dance practices, and meals made each day.  I may not be able to accept lukewarm, but in order to get my daily schedule done I'm willing to accept that change of molecular structure.