I am tempted to just go to bed. My husband always asks why I don't just go to bed when the kids are in bed... because then I don't get to enjoy the quiet because I'd be too busy wasting it up with my sleeping. Hello!
The coffee didn't cut it today. It was kind of sad. It was a long night last night complete with a crying baby, a roller out of bedd-er, and the inevitable early riser. Trifecta of sleep interruptions. Slowly make my way down to the coffee and there is a mere trickle left of creamer. Since my stomach can't seem to handle black coffee anymore, that was completely disappointing. I used milk instead but there wasn't much of that left either and I chugged it down the best I could, but the fog continued until after lunch when I was able to bust out the Starbucks gift card! Oh I went for the big one. Venti. I could feel my body getting jittery after a while, but the fog continued. It's still here. I'm sitting in it right now. I thought about going to the store to get more creamer so that tomorrow morning would go better, but I didn't have the strength. How pitiful is that? How hard can it be to run to the market to pick up an item and then run back home? Today I would have rather been a bomb squad defuser person than to deal with taking three children to the market. It's THAT crazy. So tomorrow morning, it's black coffee and the trek to the market.
Is this really my life? Making big detailed plans to make it to the market for creamer? How lame (and by lame, I really mean awesome) am I?!
Moral of the Story: Isn't it obvious? Get sleep! And always buy extra creamer. You're welcome.
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