Goldilocks and the Three Cups

A few weeks back, I noticed that my travel coffee mug was on its last leg.  It is a double-paned/insulated tumbler-like mug and some moisture has found its way in between the two panes of insulation.  I’m worried that there’s a crack or something and this will lead to mold. 

So off I went, hunting for a new mug.  On the first try, I didn’t have to go very far.  I found another mug, very similar to the one I was using, in the back of my cups’ cupboard.  I have no idea where it came from, but it looked to be in good shape.  After the first use however, I knew I didn’t like it.  Between the slide open lever catching all the drips in its edges making it a bear to clean and the coffee only coming out in a slow dribble, I decided it was time for a new one.

The second one I found, looked perfect.  It was plastic, so could be microwaved.  Sometimes at work, I set my coffee down on my desk when I arrive at school and don’t have a chance to pick it up again until the kids go out to recess.  It would be nice to be able to warm it up if needed.  The new cup also had a flip up cap without the edges so it would stay cleaner.  I got it all washed and ready for Monday morning’s coffee.  But it DIDN’T fit under my coffee machine.  Ugh!  After finding the receipt at the bottom of my purse, back it went to the store. 

And then another trip to a different store.There I found a darling cup that I was even more excited about.  It was ceramic, (so could also be microwaved), it had a great top, and it was the right size.  As an added bonus it was such a pretty color.  Sold!  Again, I got it all washed and ready for Monday morning.  It had a couple of stickers on it so I soaked them off as well.  The round sticker on the bottom came off easily enough for me to read the words on the bottom of the cup – Hand wash only, no dishwasher, no microwave.  All good things to know before buying a product…too bad they were all covered up when I bought the cup.  Off I went again to return it.  The store happily took it back even without the stickers.  They didn’t really care that I was duped into buying this cup due to that sticker, but I told them anyways. 

So three weeks (and three cups) later, I am no further along than I was before.  I can’t find a cup that is the right height, with a good top, that can be nuked for the life of me – even online which doesn’t ever fail me.  Argh!

Isn’t it funny how the most mundane things can cause such frustration?!?! While I am thankful that only a small problem is causing me frustration these days, I have spent entirely too much time on a solution…