I am not a morning person. I have never been a morning person. But on this day; this day, I was going to rise and shine! I had planned to sneak into the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a good book, and perhaps start the day with a prayer for peace.
But on this particular day, the coffee maker was on the fritz. Maintenance of the coffeemaker is my husband's job. Needless to say, as a dairy farmer, my husband works an odd set of hours. being the resourceful pair that we are, my husband decided to use vinegar to "descale", or clean the coffee maker, in hopes of getting things running more smoothly.
We have a Kurig system, so this takes a bit of time. First, the water tank is filled with vinegar, then it is run through the machine, then water, until all traces of the vinegar are gone.
Husband dearest leaves the house between 5:00 and 5:15am to milk cows in the morning. I woke up on this particular morning quite parched, meandered into the kitchen and searched for my plastic yellow Walmart cup of water, which I keep by the sink, which I remembered I had left out the night before.
I see the cup. I pick up the cup. I take an exceedingly large gulp of its contents, only to abruptly discover that it does not in fact contain water, but a bitter vinegar-water solution, extracted my from the previously mentioned coffee maker. You can imagine my surprise at this discovery. No, scratch that, surprise isn't adequate or sufficient of a word. I'll spare you from the word I'd like to use.
Needless to say, this was not how I envisioned my morning beginning. Within minutes, the children had all awaken and descended to the kitchen for breakfast. The hustle and bustle of back packs, hair brushes, home work, cereal, and sibling rivalry occupied the space.
Later that morning the bus came, and eventually so did my cup of coffee, flowing freely from the spout, without a hint of vinegar.