The Suits Sisters

If I had you over for a coffee date, you’d be greeted by two girls that were eager for you to show up, but shy once you did. You would have to step to the right to avoid the small pile of laundry that’s sitting by the door- ready, for days now, to get thrown into the laundry machine by way of the garage door.  I’d offer you water, tea or coffee, secretly hoping you would say “I’m fine right now” or accept the offer for water. Making someone else’s coffee seems risky and personal. Too strong? Too weak? M aybe she only drinks coffee from beans that have been harvested and shipped over night from Portland? Or Peru?   If it’s a Monday/Wednesday/Friday, I would have kicked Kent out of the house for a few hours while we chatted. He would have happily tweeked his work schedule to accommodate us.  If you ventured into my kitchen you’d find a package of five pounds of ground beef thawing in my sink and a slew of alphabet magnets on the ground. It’s a mind field, ...

If I invited you over for a coffee date, I'd be embarrassed and kicking myself that the last one was in April . But then I'd remind myself that I'm an introvert and inviting anyone over twice is a success. This time you would ring the doorbell and ten seconds later a spunky-turned-shy seventeen month old would round the corner from the living room and stand there staring at you. Inside she'd probably be surprised that you weren't her "DA-DA". I'd invite you in and tell Caris to, "Say hi to our new friend!". She'd continue to stare and I'd reassure us all that "She'll warm up eventually." I'd offer for you to sit on the sofa, the recliner and EVEN THE FLOOR because I would have just mopped it. I'd offer you tea, coffee, orange juice and a random snack...like hummus and Triscuits. There would've been no last minute baking around my house. By this time Caris would be running around with toys and balls and ra...

If I had you over for a coffee date, I'd probably invite you around 10AM...if that worked for you... And if all the parenting stars aligned, you'd arrive {and softly knock on the front door} right after Caris went down for her morning nap. If you came this week it'd be too warm to sit outside by 10AM. I'd mentally tell myself, "Listen to Kent when he makes his argument for a house with a pool!" I'd offer you coffee, tea or water. If I'm on top of my game, I'd have {store bought} sweet tea too and maybe some homemade bread- pumpkin? banana? zucchini? I'd triple check the coffee mug to make sure my lame & lazy dishwasher did its job- before handing you your drink. I would drink water, if I didn't know you that well. I would drink hot tea, slowly slurping it, if I knew you. You would probably ask me about Florida, as most people kindly do. Are you settling in? Have you gotten involved? How does Kent like his job? Surface level ...