July 30, 2008

Life on Decaf

Miserable doesn’t even begin to describe how my mood has been this week.  Since we’ve moved in with my parents, I’ve had a headache from the time I wake up until the time I go to bed.  Mr. BBM said it was stress.  My Mom said it was allergies because of our new location living in the woods.  I figured it was exhaustion and dehydration because check and check.  I feel like I’m suffering from both of them.

Today I found out the real reason.

Earlier in the week, I asked my Mom if her coffee was regular or decaf.  She told me it was regular.  If I miss my cup of coffee, I get a horrendous headache.  I had kicked the caffeine habit during both pregnancies and for as long as I nursed both of these girls.  But when you have two little ones and you need some go power, you grovel back to the coffee and the caffeine.  It’s what needs to be done.

This morning as I was preparing a small pot of coffee, I read the label on my Mom’s coffee:

"Dunkin’ Decaf."

"Dunkin’ Decaf!!!!" I cried out!  I immediately went downstairs to the little refrigerator that houses all of our things we couldn’t fit in the big one to retrieve my very caffeinated coffee, and dumped a healthy heaping tablespoon into the coffee maker. 

My mood is drastically improving.  I may actually have the energy and feel well enough to find my socks today. 

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