it’s time to stop.

Tackling another pile, (two in one week!) I open up my wallet to see this stack of Starbucks receipts. My grande one pump mocha started out as an occasional treat, then turned into a daily pattern… or routine… maybe ritual is the right word… or quite possibly addiction.

There. I said it.

[And for those of you who are really observant, yes; to keep Mr. C content there were plenty of times I ordered him a cookie. So add on another buck or three to the bill.]

I once claimed to Mr. K that the day Mr. C isn’t tantruming and flailing-about several minutes of the day – when I can walk in and out of a public place without the physical encounter of dragging him down an aisle to then carry his full railing toddler self into the van forcing his plank position body into a 90 degree angle in order to buckle him into the carseat – I will stop. (what can the guy say to that?).

Mr. C isn’t quite there yet, but I need to stop. No one is telling me I have to but I no longer have the funding to support this habit.

Let’s be clear on what is stopping, people. NOT the drinking of coffee. Maybe when all day school comes around. Or never.

So here’s the new deal: move over toy room, my Starbucks just got a lot closer. My daily out just became a daily in.

How did this come to be? Along came Papa. And where you have Papa, you have his coffee bar.

Being kind of particular about my drink I invested $5.95 in this key ingredient. People. This is good. Yes, sugar (but no corn syrup, that’s something…right?).

Mixing one part mocha powder to one part hot (directions say warm, hot is better) water you get this nummy syrup. How much syrup seems to mimic my one pump order? I would say 1/2 an ounce. So for me the perfect cup is:

em’s mocha:
1/2 ounce mocha syrup
1 ounce espresso
5 ounces of steamed milk

Num. This I can do. And have done for the past 4 days. And no paperwork to deal with.

I hear the applause, thank you. These are monumental moments.

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  1. Posted September 11, 2010 at 7:16 am | Permalink

    do you have any decaf? i’d much rather swing through your place than Starbucks any day. i can say too there was sometimes nothing sweeter than toddlers strapped into a car and me with a special drink. way to take advantage of your new surroundings and keep a little cash.

  2. Jen
    Posted September 13, 2010 at 10:04 am | Permalink


  3. Posted September 13, 2010 at 10:41 pm | Permalink

    lol – I’m so cracking up here. I’ll be by for some tea again soon!!

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