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Caffeine High

 This week was full of playdates, dinner guests, Vacation Bible School, and a variety of other activities - all good things, but a lot.  Before the week was half over, I was dragging a bit.  I needed a boost to get through my day.  A nap sounded pleasant in theory, but kids.....  

Option number two was coffee.  It seemed like a good plan at noon.  Unfortunately, it took me another hour to make it happen.  

Apparently, I'm no longer a two coffee a day person.  Even if the second coffee is more sugar than caffeine (thank you local coffee stand).  It  definitely did it's job, it just did it a little too well.  We got through our day in one piece and put the kids to bed by 7:30.  

Between 7:30 and 9:00, I fit in another whole day worth of projects.  Dishes, gardening, weed whacking, chicken chores, laundry - it was an epic amount of activity.  And I felt great! It didn't occur to me why I was so productive.     

By my bed time, I was physically worn out.  I couldn't wait to sleep. But when my head hit the pillow, it started buzzing like a swarm of bees.  I relived every embarrassing moment I have ever experienced, the things on my to-do list came blaring back at me, and my grocery list ran through my head exactly eighty-seven times.    

 9:30pm rolled around, and so did I, back and forth and back and forth.  I was wide awake.  Ross was not.  I did the only reasonable thing any Gen Y in my position would do: I got my phone out.  I scrolled all the things I could scroll until I was reading posts from early March.  10:30.  I got up and stretched.  11:00pm.  I started to panic.  The kids are early risers. 11:15.  I got the phone out again and tried reading.

11:30.  I re-discovered Craigslist.  It was better than I remembered.        

Let's just say, Ross is very lucky we aren't the proud new owners of a ten-speed bike, a gently used floor lamp, and a lama.  

I am not responsible for what I do after midnight.  

We now have new house rules about Mama and coffee....

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  1. AnonymousJuly 23, 2022 at 12:52 AM

    This is me Bobbi, no coffee after 12. Sleep is not something I'm good at anyway.

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    1. AnonymousJuly 24, 2022 at 9:18 AM

      Bleh. Sleepless nights are no fun, no matter how you wind up there.

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