Addiction

I never used to drink coffee. Even though it's the drug of choice for many, the aroma and bitter taste just never appealed to me. Some would tell me, "It's an acquired taste, you'll get used to it," but the best I could do was a specialty coffee or put lots of Bailey's into that cup a joe and then smother it in whipped cream. I just never felt I liked it. Or needed it. That is, until I had 2 kids.

I don't know what possessed me, but one day I was tired. Exhausted, actually. With the days so short, there are only a few hours to get things done. Then subtract the hours where your 2 year old needs attention. Then subtract the time your baby needs for nursing, burping, and changing. That leaves a whopping 30 minutes (at least it feels like that) to clean the dustballs rolling across the floors, get 50 loads of laundry folded and put away without the toddler unfolding it all and throwing it around the room, and make 3 square meals.

Where was I going with this? Oh yes, I was exhausted to the point of sleeping while standing at the counter. And there, I saw some coffee. Luke warm coffee that the hubby had not finished before leaving for work. And for some reason in my cloudy brain, I forgot that I don't like coffee. All I saw was a drink ready for consumption, and that I wouldn't have to life a finger to make something for myself. And I mechanically grabbed that mug and downed its contents with one gulp. And then I had an epiphany.

I actually LIKE coffee! After 31 years of going for tea, I had discovered why people drink the dark stuff. And now, I have become a believer. I learned how to use our coffee maker (seriously I had no idea how to use it before). And I can't start my morning without my cup-a-joe. And if you want to go for coffee, I'm game. I'll even order an americano, with an extra espresso shot. And thank you Lord for a natural way to give me energy after being woken up 6 times every night for the last 5 months!