HRH decided that 4:30 or so (it was too early to actually read the clock) was a good time to get up. We both tried to get her back to sleep (I kicked Scott to get up so I wouldn't have to), but alas, the efforts were fruitless, and by the time I got up for the third time (I think - it's hard to count when woken from a dead sleep) and brought her, in a desperate attempt for more sleep, back to bed with us, it was all over. She YELLED, "Downstairs!"
Thank goodness for coffee (in my stupor I decided to write an ode to it, but I haven't gotten there yet).
I don't like my coffee black. Even being from the Pacific Northwest, home to not only that large corporate chain of coffee shops but a plethora of local bean roasters long before it was cool elsewhere, doesn't make that little brown bean any more tasty unless I add my morning dose of non-dairy, artificially flavored coffee creamer.
It HAS TO BE Coffee-Mate®. And it HAS TO BE French vanilla flavor. I've tried other flavors, but I always go back to my blue box (yes, we get the "Coffee Lover's Size," although I think it would be more properly titled "Coffee-Mate Lover's Size" at the rate I go through it... thank you, Costco) of carageenan-filled goodness.
Try as I might, I can't give this up. I haven't actually given it the ol' college try, but I have to say that I don't want to. I made the decision last year to stop drinking Dr. Pepper (I've fallen off the wagon a few times but have regretted it on each instance). I have made myself overwhelmingly proud in my new-found ability to turn down second helpings. But my morning cup of joe and creamer? Take that from me, and I will cut you.
Here's how I look at it - would my husband rather me consume coffee creamer or heroin? I cut myself off after two or three cups, depending on the morning, and that's it for the day. I doubt that would happen were I to start shooting up.
Everyone has vices, and I'd rather it be a few slurps of Coffee-Mate® than something that could be much, much worse. Call me crazy; call me weak; call me nutters - this is one resolution that you'll never see on my list.
|The haze is how I saw it this morning sometime between 4:30 and 6:00 and not just because I didn't have my glasses on.|