Sorry I’m Not Sorry About my Love for Coffee
I saw this post on Scary Mommy the other day entitled Why Do Moms Always Talk About Coffee and Wine? It gave me a giggle, because it’s so true! Here’s why I’ll never be sorry for declaring my love of all things coffee:
When my son was a colicky newborn who didn’t sleep through the night (heck- he didn’t sleep for longer than 2 hour intervals), coffee was my lifeblood.
That sweet nectar of the God’s got me through until naptime. It was the only thing that allowed me to keep my eyes open and my mind somewhat alert. Caring for an infant is exhausting anyway, without that jolt of energy, I’m not sure how I would’ve made it though.
My husband always jokes that he would return home from work, crack open the door, and slide a frappuccino through. Once he heard the straw slurping, he knew it was safe to enter- It’s not really far from the truth!
That afternoon caffeine hit floated me through the 5 pm, 4 hour crying jag that is common in colicky little ones. But, it sure isn’t anything you get used to, no matter how many days (or months!) it continues.
So, if you’re tired of reading my posts declaring my love for that precious black gold. Getting sick of those photos I pin of coffee mugs and sassy t-shirts that include some version of “java” and a “mom blurb” emblazoned on them? #SorryNotSorry
Coffee has been my sidekick during some difficult times. It has enabled me to be able to hold an actual conversation with my Husband when he comes home at the end of a long day. Made it possible to dress and groom myself, when all I want to do is hide under the covers.
I will continue to sing my praises to you, dear coffee. My drug of choice. The legal chemical assistance an exhausted Momma craves. (See also: chocolate).