As a tea drinker, I loved this post from Patty on her website. And I agree completely!
A pretty cup
It hasn’t even been “one of those days,” it’s been one of those weeks. My son is one of those kids who is too smart for his own good. He has intelligence beyond his short years, but still the emotional maturity of a three year old. That makes for some difficult parenting, and I was so frustrated today that I sat in my car and tried really, really hard not to weep into my steering wheel. Instead of having a good cry in the parking lot, I decided on a little retail therapy instead.
I wanted a tea cup. So I went out and bought one. It wasn’t expensive, but it is pretty… and it’s something that belongs to me and only me. It might sound selfish, but as a mother, there isn’t much of that left. Sheets, blankets, towels, dishes… they are all family used. Pretty knick knacks get broken. Furniture gets scratched. Even my meals are constantly interrupted. My bed gets shared halfway through the night when the bad dreams come and my clothes… well, my clothes are mine. I don’t have to share those, but they do get pulled on a lot. So in my fit of frustration, I decided that the only thing that could soothe my bruised little self was a tea cup all my own.
I’m telling you, regular days require tea, but the real doozies require tea in a pretty cup.
Read an excerpt from Patty's soon-to-be released Perfect on Paper. http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-284/Perfect-on-Paper-Patty/Detail.bok
I wanted a tea cup. So I went out and bought one. It wasn’t expensive, but it is pretty… and it’s something that belongs to me and only me. It might sound selfish, but as a mother, there isn’t much of that left. Sheets, blankets, towels, dishes… they are all family used. Pretty knick knacks get broken. Furniture gets scratched. Even my meals are constantly interrupted. My bed gets shared halfway through the night when the bad dreams come and my clothes… well, my clothes are mine. I don’t have to share those, but they do get pulled on a lot. So in my fit of frustration, I decided that the only thing that could soothe my bruised little self was a tea cup all my own.
I’m telling you, regular days require tea, but the real doozies require tea in a pretty cup.
Read an excerpt from Patty's soon-to-be released Perfect on Paper. http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-284/Perfect-on-Paper-Patty/Detail.bok






