I am a long-time coffee lover. I love coffee. I need coffee. Real, full-of-caffeine coffee. Right when I get out of bed. That (plus a shower) is the difference between me being mistaken for a zombie and me being able to start the day like a normal human being (well, normal may be presuming a little much...)
This is me:
This is my coffee philosophy:
Through a gory twist of fate (rivaled only in Hitchcock horror tales), I gave up regular coffee and it's been ten days now since I quit the caffeine cold turkey. I know, I know, it's wretched, and I will accept all your sympathy with much self-pity and dramatic flair. Why did I do so heinous a thing in the first place, you ask? I did it to see if it would help even out Sweet Baby James' wonky sleep issues, and it seems to have worked. That was actually the worse case scenario, right? That actually makes this no-caffeine thing something to be contended with for the um, I don't know... next several months. (A little part of me just died when I had to write that.)
So, while the morning beverage routine of my past was best categorized by things like this...
and this...
and this...
and this...
now, I'm actually drinking..............decaf.................. (I can hardly utter the word.) But there you have it. It is what it is and moms have made much greater sacrifices for their babies, so I should stop complaining.
Even though I was always under the impression that decaf was vile, I have been consuming it for ten days. I'm drinking decaf because even though I've pretty much gotten over the caffeine addiction, I cannot yet leave behind the habit...
now, I'm actually drinking..............decaf.................. (I can hardly utter the word.) But there you have it. It is what it is and moms have made much greater sacrifices for their babies, so I should stop complaining.
Even though I was always under the impression that decaf was vile, I have been consuming it for ten days. I'm drinking decaf because even though I've pretty much gotten over the caffeine addiction, I cannot yet leave behind the habit...
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And now that I've been drinking decaf for over a week, I have firsthand experience of the mysterious subtleties of decaffeinated coffee...
So, basically all of my preconceived notions have been confirmed.
James is sleeping better. And I've discovered the trick to getting a cup of decaf down without spitting it out in disgust is to make it really, really hot. That way, the first sip will burn your tongue, and your taste buds won't even notice the continuous assault that is the second, third, and fourth cups.
Now in the mornings I still have a mug in hand, but I'm verging on zombie... all. day. long. These are confusing times.
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| "I drank the decaf and I actually think I'm in worse shape than I was before the decaf..." |
