Monday night, I was beat from working all day and going straight to trick or treating. I went to bed early (for me) and decided to just take my shower in the morning and make the kids’ lunches then.At 2:58am I get a wake up call from my almost two year old. I calm her down, crawl back into bed, close my eyes, she cries out again. I go back in, calm her down, go back to bed, close my eyes, she cries again. This continues about 7 times before it wakes my four year old up and now I have two to calm down at 4:02am. I get the older one to sleep and start to drift off again myself, when my baby cries out again. I’m getting a migraine from the constant disrupted sleep. “Screw this,” I think as I swing my legs over the rail and climb into her crib. I laid with her for 45 minutes, she was quiet, but her eyes were wide open. I doze for snippets at a time. Meanwhile, I’m having dreams of her crying out and not being able to calm her. She has stayed quiet long enough where I decide I can leave her. I climb out of the crib, go back to my bed, annnnnnd she cries out again. I have to be up in like seven minutes. I pulled my pillow over my head as I apologized inwardly to my baby for ignoring her in the name of sleep and sanity. I sleep for mere minutes before my alarm goes off to shower.
I can’t skip. It’s staff photo day at work. So, I jump in. Half leg in of shaving and my razor head breaks off the handle. Of course it did. Why wouldn’t it? I proceeded to shave the rest of that leg and my other leg with two hands steering this tiny razor head, taking three times as long as normal. Now I’m running behind. I have to dry my hair and put my face on… I don’t have time to make four lunches. I know….I’ll send cash with the big two and they can buy lunch. Now I only have to make two lunches. I scramble between finishing lunches, counting out quarters for the $2.25 lunches, blow drying and straightening my hair, and putting my war paint on. Of course I get a zit over the weekend that takes residency on my left cheek. Seventeen layers of putty, caulk, and paint and it’s still laughing at me out of my peripheral vision. I’m going to have to pay this photographer for some photoshopping. Whatever. I have to go.
It’s Novermber 1st. No matter how ridiculous my day has started off, I know I can count on my first Christmas song. Yes, I am one of those people. I peel out of the neighborhood scanning the radio. I can’t find a Christmas song anywhere. I was a little irritated, but- no matter what is going wrong this morning… I’m going to Starbucks. Because November 1st is Red Cup Day. It should be a recognized holiday in my opinion. Anyway. I walk into Starbucks, thrilled TO DEATH that there is no line (unheard of at 7am). I asked for my Tall With Whip Vanilla Latte. I see her grabbing a white cup. No red cup in sight. My heart rate starts to climb. “Um, ma’am? Where are your red cups?” With a smirk, she answers “There are no red cups.” “Until when? When do you get them in?” “Never. No red cups this year.” I passed out cold.
Not really. But my blood pressure bottomed out and I was light headed. Controlling the confusion and hurt, I managed to choke out, “Ever? This it my favorite day of the year. I have looked forward to Red Cup Day since last Red Cup Day. Are you sure?” She laughs and says she will have a red solo cup for me tomorrow morning. I couldn’t even fake a courtesy laugh. She mentions that the red is gone because of the uproar about it last year. That ding dong with the “Merry Christmas” mess ruined Red Cup day for me. I told the lady I had written a blog post about that debacle last year. She shakes her head, and says this year the cup is green. But they didn’t have those yet. I cannot believe this is happening. I was broken. Crushed. This day just went from bad to terminal.
I mosey over to the counter to wait for my stupid white cup. I have never been sad waiting for my Starbucks. I was beyond sad. I was morose. This Vanilla Latte is going to taste like toilet water now. In my head, I’m writing a eulogy for the Red Cup, when suddenly, the cashier barista looks past the barista at the espresso machine, to some ruckus in the back. “Hold that cup right there” she says to the barista. “Don’t make that drink in that cup.” The girl looked so confused. The cashier barista and I locked eyes and she gave me a mischievous smile. My endorphins were on high alert. Did they find a magic stash of red cups? What is going on?! The anticipation was killing me and I was about four seconds from hopping the bar and running to the back. The male barista pokes his head around the door and grins. And then, a cup appears. A green cup. For me. Just for me. He walks it out to the barista to make my drink, and I was close to tears. I was overjoyed. They made my whole day.
It sounds ridiculous. But it’s true. I really do love November 1st. I’m not big into Halloween- I do the costumes and love taking my kids trick-or-treating. But my favorite thing about Halloween is the fact that the next day Christmas starts. The music, the Red Cup, the hustle and bustle, the lights and decorations. I love it. Christmas is my favorite time of year, and I want to stretch it as long as I can. November 1st-December 31st (as much as I love it early, I do not like it extending into January. Or April… looking at you, people who still have icicle lights on the porch for Easter.) I had had a rough start to my day, so I was really looking forward to my Christmas in a Cup. And when that wasn’t going to happen, I was bummed. And super annoyed at the dude who got the country in a tizzy over the Red Cup last year. I would have loved to have had his phone number at 7:03am. But that Barista humored my sulking, and found me the next best thing- the Green Cup. The one they hadn’t put out yet. He got it out just for me. It made me squeal and clap, and I actually had tears in my eyes. Not because the Green Cup was that amazing (let’s face it, it will never be the Red Cup), but because they went out of their way to make my day. It was so simple, but meant so much.
I’ve shared my Tuesday Green Cup story with anyone who will listen. Today, I got on Facebook only to find that there was an article, “Starbucks’ New ‘Unity’ Cup Draws Fire”. I have never groaned so loud or rolled my eyes so fast in my life. I didn’t want to even click on the stupid link, but click I did. And it confirmed my fears. More people being offended by a Starbucks cup. That the Unity Cup was “political brainwashing” and “liberal bias”. And some were angered that the cup didn’t carry “a stronger holiday message and accused the company of attacking Christian values.” Can somebody please explain to me how Unity automatically means liberal bias and anti-Christian?
I mean, do we really not have more important things to talk about right now? Like the fact that we have “Fall Back” on Saturday night which every mom of young children hates because the kids don’t get the extra-hour-memo and instead of waking at 6am, they are bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 5am? Or the fact that Brett Eldredge came out with his new Christmas album, Glow this week and he sounds like Frank Sinatra and everyone needs to pick up a copy (Yes I said “pick up a copy” because I don’t do iTunes and don’t have a clue how it works and I still live in the 90s. Sorrynotsorry.).
The only uproar I’m interested in regarding the Green Cup is protesting in order to bring back the Red Cup. I mean, when Chick-fil-a replaced their original barbecue sauce with that nasty Smokehouse Barbecue sauce this summer, the masses went into uproar and tweeted the fire out of Chick-fil-a. One person even tweeted, “If I tweet you everyday for a year like Noah wrote Allie in the Notebook for 365 days will you bring back your original bbq sauce?” And guess what? CFA IS BRINGING BACK THE ORIGINAL BARBECUE SAUCE. This month. I’m convinced it is because they love me and it’s a birthday present to me. But that’s another post for another time.
There is a glimmer of hope. Articles addressing the “offended” (using quotes because in order to be offended, there has to be an offense. and there just isn’t one.) mention that the Green Cup may not be the company’s holiday cup this year, because Starbucks’ statement said the cups were for a “divisive time in our country” and made no mention of holidays. So I’m crossing my fingers and holding off on my Red Cup eulogy.
As for the “brainwashing” and “bias”… if promoting unity in a country that has had SO much divisiveness this year (hello, elections + police + BLM + everythingandanythingapparently) is brainwashing and biased and wrong… then I don’t want to be right. I say kudos to Starbucks for reaching across lines and wanting to join people together. We have all heard it before- United We Stand, Divided We Fall.
Go to Starbucks and pay for your overpriced latte in a Green Cup. Or stay home and use your Keurig. Whatever you do, find something more important to do than talk about what is or isn’t on a cup. I’m sure your toilets could use a cleaning.