What a desperate housewife will do for a cup of coffee

I wasn't going to post about this, but after the whole ordeal, what my "mommy brain" (which by the way, I hear should have left me long ago – or at least that's what I've read) had propelled me to do in a fit of desperation was just so completely absurd I had to share.  At the time however, I thought it was perfectly justifiable, and couldn't even believe that the hubs was even questioning my actions.

It all started when my French Press broke over the weekend, which left me with without any type of coffee making apparatus.  And there was no way I was going to make it through the entire day without coffee. So, being the brilliant mind that I am, I improvised. I just jumped in the car and made a run to Starbucks right?  No, that would have been what a sane person would have done, no, I did something much more creative.

I took out a coffee filter (we don't have a coffee maker, but for some reason have filters - don't ask) and positioned it right over my cup. I scooped in the grounds and then proceeded to pour in the scalding hot water over them.  This should have totally worked right?  In essence, it was just a smaller version of a coffee maker. Yeah, in theory, until the filter fell into the cup – grounds and all.

So, at this point, you would think it would have dawned on me that this wasn't a good idea right? Well, the MacGyver version of the mommy brain was in full effect and I was going to have a cup of coffee and my jimmy-rigged coffee strainer was going to work.  This went on 4 more times. I almost think it became a challenge of wills – me against the coffee filter.

I'd scoop in some grounds and then poured in the hot water just to watch as the end of the filter started to slide down the cup.  I'd desperately grab at the end, burn my finger from the steam, and the filter would inevitably fall in.  This happened on try number 2, 3 and 4.  I was left with nothing but a big pile of coffee grounds and coffee-stained filters.  Finally, the next try worked. For some reason the caffeine gods grew tiered of laughing their asses off at my stupidity and blessed me with a filter that stayed put.

I am not sure what takes over in my head that allows me to commence with such crazy activities, and better yet, think that they make perfect sense, but I am hoping it will fade by the time the K man is 18.

After the brain cells floated back into my head, I packed up the kiddo and we set out for a new French press.  Which I am happy to report worked like a charm this morning.