Ode to Coffee

I'm going to die. I'm sure of it. OK, I might be exaggerating. But not by much.

I had to give up coffee a week ago in yet another health related incident at the doctor's office. I always come out of those appointments feeling like I've been sucker punched. Did I mention that I think I'm going to die?

Oh coffee, what do I love about you? I love feeling alert. I love the lack of headaches. I love that The Husband has my cup all ready when I wake up in the morning. I love my afternoon coffee break when I actually (get this) sit down for 10 minutes. For some reason I just don't do that with a cup of tea. I could go on all day...

I've been drinking coffee since college (we won't talk about how many years ago that was) so this has been quite a shock to the system. I have to say that my severely restricted diet even takes a backseat to the lack of coffee in my life. I'd be willing to give up a couple more items if only I could have coffee back. Sigh.

I accept the nomination...

...for worst mother of the year.

So at least a month ago The Husband took all three kids sledding on a Saturday afternoon. When they got back, Big K was complaining loudly about whacking her hand and the pain. Oh, the pain. I told her it was probably just a bruise and that it would heal up in a week or so. (I may have rolled my eyes. Not sure about this, but it seems likely.) So she complained on and off about the pain. Oh, the pain. Eventually she wore me down, and I took her to the doctor, who sent us for an x-ray, and then sent us to the orthopedic hand guy, who put a cast on her this morning. Something about a chipped bone and some torn tendons. Oops.

Now, let me just state for the record that the kid is kind of a...hmmm...how shall I say this? Drama Queen. With a capital D and a capital Q. And my general policy of telling the kids to "take an aspirin and call me in the morning" has avoided many unnecessary trips to the doctor over the years. But in this case, it appears I was in error. Motherhood should really come with a manual. And an x-ray machine.


I think the thumbs up means that she's forgiven me. Ahh, it's a butterfly kisses moment.