On Easter, I had a cup of coffee, and my dad seemed a little surprised. I have never really been a consistent drinker of coffee, although I like it and have always enjoyed an occasional coffee beverage. However, I never liked the idea of needing a cup of anything to make it through my day.
Of course, I also never liked the idea of wearing someone's meal regurgitated onto my shoulder (and down my back, thanks a lot reflux).
Having kids has changed my perspective on some countless things, and surviving on caffeine is just one of those things. Seriously, I used to tell people that an apple can wake you up just as well as a cup of coffee. (I swear, I read that somewhere.) Ha! I now look at the coffeemaker each morning with a combination of desperation and gratefulness and take whatever help I can find in the bottom of each wonderful cup of instant energy.
Why do I need the extra energy? Well, these are my kids after the craziness of Easter, at 6:45 in the evening. Please notice that neither of them look the slightest bit tired. (I will admit that Abbey was in bed by 8:00, but I can't say the same for our little man!)
coffee has been my savior since harper was born! i look forward to my cup(s) each morning. delicious!
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