It was hump day night. The kids were all tucked snug in their beds. I cleaned up the stray toys, prepped for school morning chaos, programmed the coffee maker, and let the dog out for relief. Before watching my fave shows — Once Upon a Time and Revenge — on the DVR, I searched the kitchen for a beverage to take off the edge. You know; daily stress?
Yeah. I know. Thirty minutes of Jillian Michael’s cardio kickboxing would have been a better trick. But, I just wasn’t in the mood. I opened the fridge and searched the crowded shelves; making mental notes of what to purge (the next time I visited).
Then, I saw the beverage of choice: a stray Bell’s Oberon. It looked so lonely; sitting there; way in the back; on the beverage shelf. I couldn’t help myself. Flashbacks of lazy, sunny, summer afternoons on the patio replayed in my head. Reaching for the ice-cold brew, visions of water gun fights, sprinkler fests, and freeze tag danced in my head.
What to do? Drink it and pretend it’s still summer.