Morning Madness

I'm addicted to coffee. There I said it. (I guess I'm past the denial stage now.) I've drank coffee as long as I can remember. I think there is even a story about my Papa putting some in my bottle. LOL. It was always a random treat-when hitting the yard sales, having to be somewhere at an INSANE hour of the morning, or a spur of the moment cappuccino because it smelled so darn good. When my little insomniac was born however, coffee became my lifeline. Two strong cups of coffee in the morning and I'm good to go. Catch me before that and I'm a walking zombie. I'm convinced that two cups of coffee = 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Or at least as close as I'm going to get to it, ever again.


So this morning my pooping, crawling, squealing alarm clock woke me promptly at 8am as normal. I picked him up as carefully as I could with one arm being dead asleep and stumbled into the living room where I stripped him of his sleep sack and changed his 20 pound overnight diaper. As he went to investigate the toy basket I grumbled my way into the kitchen (have I mentioned I'm not a morning person?) to fix my oh-so-wonderful pot of coffee. Before I even opened the container I remembered what I had forgotten. I WAS OUT OF COFFEE. (Insert non family friendly word of your choice here.) There is no other source of caffeine in this house. NONE. I learned several months ago that too much caffeine for me equaled a very irritable and cranky child so I gave up sodas and switched to decaf iced tea so that I could have my precious coffee in the mornings. Josh has been working on giving up sodas, and even if he did have any in the fridge Pepsi makes me gag. So now I either have to suck it up and go without or tote the baby to the store with me to get some. (Why doesn't anyone ever warn you that it is such a freakin' hassle to go ANYWHERE after you have a kid?)

So I spend over an hour getting me looking presentable, remembering that at least I have a coupon for coffee (my other new addiction), changing an explosive poop diaper, getting Trevor dressed, finding a paci for the ride, reminding myself I have a coupon, looking for keys, looking for my wallet, looking for the keys again (Trevor stuffed them under the couch), getting us loaded in the car, finally get to the store, unload the baby, find the coffee, wait in line forever behind all the doughnut fanatics and get back home. By this time I'm fully awake and decide I don't need coffee this morning after all. Sigh. And wouldn't you know, I forgot my coupon.

*Trevor is 6 months, 1 week and 1 day old*