When cups conspire
I think the sippy cups are plotting a takeover.
They've gradually expanded their territory inside my kitchen cupboards, until there's almost an entire shelf of prime cupboard space filled with colorful plastic kid-friendly containers.
I used to have just a few; and then I had another kid and we got more; and then for a long time Lucy wouldn't drink from any cup that didn't have a straw so we got a bunch of those; and now Beth has started to graduate to plastic cups that don't have lids, but I'm not quite ready to trust her with full-size drinking glasses, so we have little no-lid plastic cups just for her; and so it goes.
Here's the thing, though. Sometimes, it seems like we have NO SIPPY CUPS. The cupboard will have just a few mismatched ones with no lids. I go to get the girls a drink and I'm staring at an old one saved from a Dutch Bros. drive-through trip (which I know is prone to spillage) or a flimsy plastic one from Target that Beth doesn't like to drink out of because Lucy has gnawed all over the lid with her tiny sharp baby teeth, leaving it gnarled and misshapen.
So I go on a cup-hunt, and I find them under the bed, and under the couch, and in the diaper bag, and a truly horrifying number in the van containing gross remnants of long-ago drinks, and in the back yard, and some in the back of the fridge containing approximately 1.5 ounces of fluid that we were "saving for later." And I wash and scrub and clean and dry and put them all back into the cupboard, and realize that we have so many cups that they will barely fit in their allotted space, and I scoot a few things over to make a little more room. And I consider throwing some out, but I never do.
And so, slowly but surely, the sippy cups gain ground. An inch a month may not sound like much, but when I look at the future and think about how long it will be before this family has no need whatsoever for sippy cups and I can ditch all of them, I foresee a future when I've given up, and all my cupboards are stuffed to overflowing with nothing but triumphant sippy cups. When that day comes, don't ask me to cook dinner. I will have no way to do it. We'll all just have to subsist on milk and juice, because the sippy cups have overcome.
**Certain other household items are subject to this "never have enough and then suddenly have way too many" phenomenon as well. They include, but are not limited to: socks, underwear, hair bands and barrettes, tupperware containers, and crayons.
They've gradually expanded their territory inside my kitchen cupboards, until there's almost an entire shelf of prime cupboard space filled with colorful plastic kid-friendly containers.
I used to have just a few; and then I had another kid and we got more; and then for a long time Lucy wouldn't drink from any cup that didn't have a straw so we got a bunch of those; and now Beth has started to graduate to plastic cups that don't have lids, but I'm not quite ready to trust her with full-size drinking glasses, so we have little no-lid plastic cups just for her; and so it goes.
Here's the thing, though. Sometimes, it seems like we have NO SIPPY CUPS. The cupboard will have just a few mismatched ones with no lids. I go to get the girls a drink and I'm staring at an old one saved from a Dutch Bros. drive-through trip (which I know is prone to spillage) or a flimsy plastic one from Target that Beth doesn't like to drink out of because Lucy has gnawed all over the lid with her tiny sharp baby teeth, leaving it gnarled and misshapen.
So I go on a cup-hunt, and I find them under the bed, and under the couch, and in the diaper bag, and a truly horrifying number in the van containing gross remnants of long-ago drinks, and in the back yard, and some in the back of the fridge containing approximately 1.5 ounces of fluid that we were "saving for later." And I wash and scrub and clean and dry and put them all back into the cupboard, and realize that we have so many cups that they will barely fit in their allotted space, and I scoot a few things over to make a little more room. And I consider throwing some out, but I never do.
And so, slowly but surely, the sippy cups gain ground. An inch a month may not sound like much, but when I look at the future and think about how long it will be before this family has no need whatsoever for sippy cups and I can ditch all of them, I foresee a future when I've given up, and all my cupboards are stuffed to overflowing with nothing but triumphant sippy cups. When that day comes, don't ask me to cook dinner. I will have no way to do it. We'll all just have to subsist on milk and juice, because the sippy cups have overcome.
**Certain other household items are subject to this "never have enough and then suddenly have way too many" phenomenon as well. They include, but are not limited to: socks, underwear, hair bands and barrettes, tupperware containers, and crayons.
1 comments:
Oh my goodness! This cracked me up! It is so true! There seems to be either an overabundance or scarcely any!
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