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Coffee or Quiet?



“Would you rather have your coffee every day or have peace and quiet every day?”


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This is the question the Loud One threw at me the other day. Her current obsession with Perler Beads has her sitting at the kitchen island for much of the afternoon and SHOCKER! she likes to chat.

Side note: When I was kid, I too SHOCKER! had a lot to say. While I was pontificating on life’s Most Important Issues (which is better: Big League Chew or Now & Laters?), my Dad used to ask me if I was “talking to hear the sound of my own voice.” I didn’t really get it, but I figured it was a little bit mean so I swore I would never say it to my own kid.

Guess what. I do. At least once a week.*

Every once in a while, in the middle of all the babble, the Loud One will ask me something that really makes me stop and think.

“Would you rather have your coffee everyday or have peace and quiet every day?”

I have to admit, it’s a tough one. You know how I feel about Starbucks… that break-up alone would be devastating. I love my coffee-flavored liquid candy too much to give it up. But on the OTHER hand, maybe I wouldn’t miss the coffee caffeine if I had peace and quiet everyday?

(Psst... this is my secret ingredient)

(Psst… this is my secret ingredient)

“Peace and quiet” just sounds awesome, doesn’t it? For some reason, in my vision of “peace and quiet” I’m in a very cool meditation room, doing yoga despite the fact that I don’t meditate, do yoga or have anything even remotely resembling a meditation room in my house. (Unless you count the “Time Out step.”)

But here’s the thing, I think permanent peace and quiet might become… boring.

Hold on, easy with the “Are you effing crazy?” and let me explain. I LOVE peace and quiet – reading, napping, Nashville – but I think maybe only in small doses.

Vacations. Nighttime car rides. Snowy afternoons where I lock myself in my room and watch six episodes of Downton Abbey in a row. (What? I didn’t say that I actually did that on Monday. But yeah, I did.)

And of course I would always prefer peace and quiet over arguing, whining, crying, complaining, fighting, screaming, singing that involves three words in repetition for many minutes (“I love snow! I LOVE snow! I love SNOW! I love snow sooooo muuuuuch!” Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.), crashing, clanging, banging, spitting, slurping, smacking or any mindless annoying random-mouth-noise-making (you TOTALLY know what I mean).

But there is one thing that BEATS peace and quiet in my book. HAPPY NOISE.

Three kids running around, chasing each other, giggling, falling on top of each other in a pile of laughter and Happy Dude yelling, “Do again!”

The excitement over a block tower, built as a team, and the joy of knocking it down.

Dance parties with loud pop music and lots of “Watch me shake my booty!”

The loud exclamations of delight and jumps for joy that follow the words, “Sure, tonight can be an ice cream night.”

Side note: Nothing makes me feel more powerful than having the final say on whether it’s a dessert night or not. Mwah ha ha.

Happy Noise just makes me feel like I’ve done something right. (And THAT feeling doesn’t come along every day… or week.)

As I’ve mentioned before, my sister is one of those unusual beings who loves almost ALL of the noise that comes with a houseful of kids (which is why I happily hand off all of mine to her as often as possible); I’m not quite there. I don’t think I’ll ever get to that point, but that’s why God – or Dr. Dre, depending on your belief system – invented noise-reduction headphones. And in the meantime, I’ll enjoy the Happy Noise.

So to answer the Loud One’s question, I’ll keep the Happy Noise, tolerate (barely) the annoying noise and DEFINITELY choose coffee.


* For the record, here are some other things I swore I would never say to my kid, but do:

  • Because I said so.
  • I AM listening (I’m totally not listening).
  • Please get that hair out of your eyes.
  • Why don’t you read a book instead?
  • Haven’t you had enough? (This applies to so many things… food, playing outside in the 10° weather, water at bedtime… )
  • I’ve had it with you!

And here are some other things that I swore I would never say to my kids and haven’t yet because they’re still too young but now realize that I TOTALLY will someday:

  • As long as you live under our roof, you’ll live by our rules.
  • You’ll be treated like an adult when you start acting like one.
  • It’s not YOU I don’t trust, it’s the other guys.
  • It’s time you learned the meaning of respect.
  • Don’t argue with me; I’m still your mother.
  • Who’s going to be there?
  • Will the parents be home?
  • Call me when you get there.
  • I just want what’s best for you.

And this one is my favorite,

  • You’ll understand when you have children of your own.

Please feel free to add to my list. The more parenting clichés I can throw in there, the better. 


Nothing starts a conversation like a bin of beads.

I’m Thankful for YOU, Howard Schultz


I mentioned in a previous post that there’s a trend on Facebook right now to post an update every day about one thing for which you’re thankful. (I’m not sure if that’s proper grammar, but I am thankful that since this is my blog, it doesn’t really matter. Suck it Elements of Style.)

I’ve been working on my own Gratitude List. I’m going to be honest with you – Starbucks was super high. Like higher than some humans. And then, when I kept writing Starbucks sub-posts, I realized that I love SBs so much, it really deserves its own list. So, without further ado, I present to you:

My Gratitude List: Starbucks Edition

The top ten eleven things I love and appreciate most about Starbucks. (I thought it would just be ten. But the love just kept coming.)

1. The Ubiquity – Oooooh, big word, kmac. I know. (I’m not entirely sure I used it correctly… did I?) I mean that it’s awesome that there are four SBs accessible to me. Sometimes, I’m embarrassed to go into the same one for the third time in one day, so it’s good to have a back-up. And a back-up for the back-up.

2. The DRIVE-THRU – Yup, that fourth branch has a drive-thru. BEST. INVENTION. EVER. Because who needs caffeine more than a sleep-deprived new parent? Nobody. And what does a sleep-deprived new parent always have in the backseat? Yup, a sleeping baby. Or maybe you have three kids ages 2, almost 4 and 6 and you do not want to subject the good customers of your regular SBs to their… volume. (That’s actually really kind of you… you must be a good person.)

3. Flat lids – OK, confession: this one is really just my way of saying that I HATE the bubble lids. Unless you’ve ordered a Frappuccino with whipped cream (and if you have, I must ask… why not just go for the Blizzard at Dairy Queen?), than you should not be subjected to the bubble lid. Every once in a while my SBs runs out of flat lids and the bubble lid RUINS MY DAY. #IsSheKiddingMeWithThat?NoIAmNot.

I’m all for reusable cups but a permanent bubble top? NO. (I mean no, thank you.)

4. The holiday cups – does this one even need an explanation? If you don’t feel happy when those red holiday cups appear, then I feel confident in saying that you have a heart made of stone. Or just a stone where your heart should be. Or whatever. We can’t be friends.

Those mittens? The winking snowman? COME ON.


5. The Starbucks inside the Barnes & Noble – Now I know this one may be a bit controversial, because it’s not a real SBs and the Grande Skinny Vanilla No Foam Latte you get there doesn’t taste exactly like the Grande Skinny Vanilla No Foam Latte you get from your three other local branches, BUT bookstores are my second favorite retail destination ever so combining the two is like heaven in a strip mall.

Side note: for years I’ve told KJ that I’m jealous that he likes to play golf and is a huge Yankees and Jets fan because playing a round or going to games are multiple-hour-outings. It’s not nearly as acceptable to say, “Hey, can you take the kids for the day on Sunday? My laptop and I want to go sit at B&N and drink pseudo-SBs for five hours.”  

6. Skinny Vanilla Lattes – It just makes me feel virtuous to order it. “That’s right, I’m drinking the SKINNY version… I’m kind of a health nut.” (For those of you asking, “What makes it ‘skinny?’” the answer is, “I’m not telling you.”)

7. The logo – Admit it. You get psyched when you see the familiar green, long-haired goddess on the sign that says, “Rest Stop: 22 miles ahead.” That’s right road trip buddies… 22 miles until euphoria!

I’m on my way!


8. The Horizons chocolate milk boxes – OF COURSE I’d rather go to SBs without my kids. Obvious duh. But if they HAVE to come, it’s good to know that I can keep them quiet enjoy their company because SBs has a little something for everybody.

9. The scones. At only 1,687 calories and 243 grams of fat, I try not to have one every day. Or twice a day. But the pumpkin variety is worth the splurge every so often (how are we defining “every so often” these days anyway?).

10. The variety of seating options. Look, if I need to work (omg, calling writing for EW.com or NickMom “work” will NEVER get old), I like the standard table and chairs. But if I’m meeting a friend to catch up and we can score the two plush comfy arm chairs? Oh my, that is a Good Day. We’re drinking our skinny lattes (OK fine lazypants, here you go), curled up in the comfy chairs, gossiping about everyone else we know (<— I don’t really do that), it’s like Christmas morning. Maybe even better because I wasn’t jumped on at 4:30am.

11. Saying Grande & Venti (see #4 and #5) – Yeah, yeah… I know it’s cooler to act like you think saying “grande” or “venti” is dumb and “why can’t they just use medium or large?” Whatever. You say dumb. I say BILINGUAL.

Look. If you prefer Dunkin’ Donuts, I get it. I mean I don’t GET IT, but I’ll accept it. I’ll secretly laugh at you inside my brain, but we can still hang out.

At Starbucks.

No, no, no SBs… THANK YOU!

Friday Funnies


OK, so maybe the Friday Funnies aren’t going to be so much of a WEEKLY thing but more of a WHEN I REMEMBER thing. Whatever.

Just a few kids stories this week, because again – say it with me, people – kids say funny shit.

I’ve told so many people these stories already that most of you have probably already heard them, but I’m documenting them in writing for future laughs. For me. Because OK yeah, maybe I DO go back and re-read my own blog posts. What of it?

Here’s the funny stuff: 

1. Happy Dude and I were on our way to the grocery store and as usual, he was identifying all of the vehicles he could see:

Happy Dude as we drove down our street: Look Mama! Car (which sounds like ‘toe’)!
Me: Yes HD, I see that toe.
HD as we drove past a moving van: Look Mama! Van!
Me: Yes HD, I see that van.
HD as we drove past the gas station : Look Mama! Tank Truck! (which sometimes sounds like ‘ tank f***’)!
Me: Yes HD, I see that tank, um, truck.
HD as we drive past Starbucks: Look Mama! Chocolate milk!

Don’t judge. At least he didn’t say, “Look Mama! Latte!”


2. WARNING: Poop Alert in the next story!

Seriously, the quote is funny, but the situation is gross, so if you’re eating lunch, SKIP THIS ONE.

The Nibbit had a few poop accidents in like a three-day period last week and I was starting to lose my patience:

Me: Grimacing
The Nibbit: Are you fuwious with me?
Me: I’m not furious, but I am getting a little frustrated about these accidents. You are almost four and almost four-year-olds don’t poop in their pants.
The Nibbit: Yeah, but three-and-a half-year olds sometimes forget.


3. So, I almost put this story in the Dragon post earlier in the week, but it made me laugh out loud so I saved it for today.

The Loud One is aware of this blog and the fact that I sometimes write about her. She thinks millions of people read it. I tell her that it might be slightly less than that, but I encourage her to keep dreaming big.

Now that she knows about it, she’ll often ask “Are you going to write about this?” Especially when she’s done something good…

Me: “LO, thanks for sharing your snack with Happy Dude… that was really nice.”
LO: “You’re welcome. Are you going to write about that?”

(No, that’s not the funny part.)

Because of her awareness, I now feel compelled to check in with her when I’m writing about something she may later deem … embarrassing. (As judging from the previous anecdote, I have not yet begun extending The Nibbit the same courtesy.) So prior to my writing my last post about the How to Train Your Dragon Debacle of 2012, we had this conversation:

Me: So LO, I was thinking about writing a post for the blog about the Dragon show and how you were a little nervous about the fire.
LO: Hmm… what are you going to write?
Me: Well, I’m going to write that we went to the Dragon show and that you were a little nervous about the fire.
LO: Hmm… what else are you going to write?
Me: I’m just going to tell the whole story about the day… how we went, you didn’t like the fire, we moved seats, we sat in the suite, etc.
LO: Hmm… are you going to write anything else?
Me: I’m going to also say that parents shouldn’t get annoyed at their kids for getting scared at things like that because you’re still young.
LO: And that’s all?
Me: I’ll also write that you’re awesome.
LO: OK, you can write about me. I don’t mind if millions of people read that I was scared. As long as you tell them that I’m awesome.



4. Last, but not least, a friend posted this card on Facebook and I loved it.

Please react the same way to this blog post. Wipe a tear, minimize the window and when your friend asks you what’s so moving, just say, “Oh, it’s just this incredible blog I’m reading by Krissy Mac… she just has such a way with poop stories.”



Now PLEASE share your own… I know you’ve got them.