It has made getting up in the mornings bearable for at least ten years.
When Brett and I were first married I had the greatest job IN. THE. WORLD. as a barista at a local coffee shop...seriously, if there was a job that I'd like to do again it would most DEFINITELY be that one!
And then when Brett was deployed instead of having to go to therapy-which is, I hear, pretty expensive-I had a very real and intense "one latte a day" habit at Starbucks.
But, as with most relationships, things changed...and something came between me and coffee...something that neither of us expected.
I got pregnant.
Don't worry, it wasn't coffee's baby. It was Brett's. But it did affect my relationship with coffee straight away. I was sooo sick during my first trimester that I went off coffee cold turkey. And then, once I
started feeling better and I once again tried to experience my former love, I experienced the worst heartburn IN LIVING HISTORY.
And so back to cold turkey.
And then, as you may remember, when I finally got Ransom out of me and I was able to go and experience my very first latte for almost a year....I had actual tears in my eyes. It was a special moment:
But, little did I know, I had apparently hurt coffee's feelings during my long absence and it turned on me like a jealous jealous lover. Thus I was awake that night at 3am-unable to sleep....unable to sleep during a period in my life when sleep was very VERY important.
And so I turned to a lesser form of my love. Decaf.
Its not the same.
But, then, this morning when I was all bleary eyed and delirious I decided to turn back the clock and go no holds bar back to our original glory. Just a little teeny tiny cup at 8am.
We'll see if its forgiven me yet when I go to sleep tonight...but as for now, the fact that I have the wherewithall to write this post before 9am shows that there are still SOME good things about our relationship.
*incidentally I've decided to implement a "before Ransom wakes up" Quiet Time schedule....something I feel like is a long time coming since it seems to be less possible to get all the things I need to get done, done during his nap times any more. Thus there is a REAL NEED for my relationship with coffee to return to normal. A REAL NEED.