Yesterday, I got up and man, I was a tired puppy. I had not gone to bed until after midnight, and I was having trouble getting myself going. I lay in bed and silently whimpered to myself about being tired, but then finally I got myself up and going. I wanted to get to class early. It was our teacher's birthday. Someone was bringing cupcakes. We had all decided to wrap our homework papers on Therapeutic Groups, and I was bringing wrapping paper.
I said to myself, "Self, you'll have to skip your coffee this morning. Just grab a cup on the way in," and so I got ready and headed out.
Driving to school, I recognized a car. It was a couple of young kids that I'd seen on campus. I watched them turn up a side road, and once again, I thought to myself, "Self, you are getting to school early, and this is an opportunity to find a new way to school." And so I also turned left and followed their car. I was right. It was a twisty road, up a hill, unlikely to be affected by flooding ever. However, it was covered with drifting snow. I drove along slowly and carefully. I lost track of my friends. Finally, however, I got to the intersection, turned left once again...and then realized that the road I was on was not the road I thought it was. There was a moment of panic (after all, I had the wrapping paper) but then I took a deep breath and scanned my surroundings from the hillside, figured out where I was in relationship to where I needed to be, and got myself there.
"Better not stop for coffee," I thought. And I made the supreme sacrifice: I drove past the convenience store. "I'll get my coffee on first break."
First break came, and one of the kids that I am coleading a group with came over to discuss our project (we are presenting a simulation of what it is like for a kid to be sensorily defensive). We've all been so busy that we just don't have time to meet. So we had a little meeting right there.
Class was over at noon, and I hightailed it out of there to get home and make lunch for Tim before he left for his second shift job. Two days a week I am home to prepare him a lunch. The previous day, he had sighed as he dug in, and said, "You are the best cook. I really miss being fed," and I felt bad. He's so good and patient, and really, he doesn't complain. But I'd made a vow that when I can cook for him, I will cook his favorites. So that day, I was headed home to cook. There was no time to make coffee, because just a few minutes later, I was headed out the door to start work at 2PM.
By the time, I got to work, I was craving me some caffeine. Ooooh. It 'twar bad. Ike said, "Well, run on back and get a cup. I just made a fresh pot in the break room." And so I hied myself back. Only to find that we were out of styrofoam cups. And who does not think to have her own cup at work like everyone else? Me. That's who.
At that point I decided that the powers that be had decided 'no caffeine for me', and I trudged out to the register wondering what I had done to anger the caffeine gods. It was a long night, but Gary stopped by. He cited the health benefits of giving up caffeine. I listened interestedly. "What do you drink in the morning?" I asked. "Juice," he answered.
I've been thinking about it. I gave up cigarettes years ago. I gave up carbonated beverages too. I wondered what it would be like to give up caffeine. I already had a good start. I'd gone all day without my customary cup.
I came home, washed a few dishes, headed straight for bed. When I woke up this morning, I pondered the whole idea of giving up coffee once more.
For about 30 seconds.
MMMMMmmmmm. Coffee? How I do so love thee in the morning...