In the past 8 years, have you ever worked with me? Been at an IEP with me, met me for an observation at your child’s school, or stopped to chat with me at my desk? Driven in the car with me? Have you met me at the park on a Saturday, seen me at a child’s birthday party, or been in a music class with me and one of my kids? Have you ever seen me in church or been at a family gathering with me?
If you can answer “yes” to any one of the above, then you’ve already seen this coffee mug.
I don’t think we’ve discussed my obsession with coffee, but that will have to wait.
Because today it’s all about the travel mug.
You see, I don’t drink my coffee at home and then stick the mug in the
sink dishwasher and head out the door. Most days, I fill this baby with some really hot, freshly ground, dark roast coffee early in the morning, and drink it all day. And I do mean all day. Far too often I’m still working on my morning coffee on my drive home at 5:00 – although, to be fair, some days I do refill it from a thermos at work. But even when it’s the same coffee I poured at 8 AM, it is still plenty warm at 5 PM. Yes, it’s true! 9 hours later! I can even leave it in the car on a very cold day for an hour or so and it’s warm when I return.
(And tangentially, I haven’t even mentioned to you all how cold it’s been here lately…most of yesterday it was below zero (and with a wind chill of -20 degrees, my friends). You will only find this interesting if you don’t live in Minnesota or Alaska. Or Canada. Any readers out there in Canada? Because I spent 6 years living in Minnesota, I have a hard time thinking of -20 as that cold, but it actually is. I mean, we still go about our business and all, but it takes a lot of bundling up and the wind can be painful. That coffee needs to stay warm, people.)
It also has the perfect snap top and fits into any car’s drink holders. I don’t care how many bags I’m carrying to work, you will always – always! – see me balancing this coffee mug in my hand as I struggle to hold onto the less important stuff (you know, like my laptop).
Eight years old, it’s missing a bit of its gleam. It recently lost its black gripper. The musical note sticker that Baxter affixed to it when he was 4 years old threatens to peel off, and I had to put a new name label on it this year (because MY GOD, what if I lost it?!).
But like a child’s favorite stuffed animal that becomes shabbier with love and use, it only gets better.