Over-Caffeinated


My love of coffee is deep and abiding; I would never have survived the eary years of motherhood without a steady flow of java.

But you can have too much of a good thing.

Yesterday, I had:

-> 2 cups of coffee in the morning.

(Standard Operating Procedure for me.)

-> 1 cup of coffee while selling Girl Scout cookies.

(I was outside in cold rain and boy was that a good cuppa joe.)

-> 1 Skinny Latte from Starbucks after getting my hair cut.

(Thanks to a fellow Girl Scout mom who gave me her unused Starbucks gift cards. She doesn't drink coffee and knows I am an occasional imbiber.)

-> 1 cup of hot tea when I got home yesterday afternoon.

(I was soaked from my day out in the rain and wanted to warm up.)

-> 2 cups of coffee after dinner.

(Because I was still chilly and darn if that coffee didn't taste good.)

I could do the math, but I won't because the final answer to my over-caffeinated equation is one big fat horrible night of insommnia.

I could chalk my lack of sleep up to the time change.

I could also point out that Becky, Huck and Tom decided to have a campout in her room and were giggly and goofy and noisy.

But excuses are for wussies.

I totally overdid it.

I'm on a self-imposed coffee detox today.

And tomorrow?

Those first two cups in the morning will taste soooooo good.