Every morning, my alarm goes off.
Every morning, I hate my life that it is either 4:30 or 5:00 in the morning.
Every morning, I sigh a great big deep sigh, throw back the covers, and I may even leave my alarm on to snooze just so the Husband sees what it feels like to be awoken by an alarm when you’re not expecting it. I groggily slide out of bed, making sure I am wearing my knee high fuzzy socks (with pink stripes) on my feet. Sidenote: These look especially sexy when you wear leggings to bed.. you know, if you’re wondering how to turn your husband on and all.
I then slide my Target moccasin slippers on my feet, grab my glasses, and silently walk out of the bedroom. Occasionally, someone ::ahem — not me:: has left a drawer open, and I run into it. In that event, I let out a loud yelp, the Husband screams, “what happened?”, rolls over, and falls back asleep immediately.
It’s probably a good thing no one else is up in the morning when I wake up. Somehow, I don’t really “wake up” or want to be talked to for the first three hours of the day. There’s a reason for that of course.
My only vice in life: coffee.
It is known in my family that it would not be in your best interest to talk to me before I have had a cup of java in the morning. When I wake up, I am not one who gets up looking like they did when they went to sleep. My hair is disheveled, the mascara that wouldn’t come off is smudged, and my glasses are crooked. Did I mention I am usually wearing knee high fuzzy striped socks?
I admit, being addicted to caffeine is probably not the best thing in life for me. Do you know what? I don’t care. If drinking one, okay two, cups of coffee in the morning is what it takes for me to be a happy camper for the rest of the day, so be it. There are worse things in life to be addicted to. Take, for instance, Facebook stalking drugs or alcohol.
I am not quite sure why I never touch upon the fact that I drink coffee every morning. In fact, I was looking through my pictures and have slim pickings of coffee pictures. It’s not that I’m ashamed of my addiction to caffeine — I just thought perhaps you would already know that an elementary school teacher who gets up at 4:30 every morning and is on her feet until 7:00 at night would in fact be crazy… or addicted to coffee.
I don’t want to even think about what would happen if I woke up one day and there was no coffee to be found. Let’s pretend like there wasn’t a Starbuck’s 2 minutes away too. Crying, screaming, shattering glass — that would all happen immediately. Have I mentioned I’m pretty rational too? I’m actually already starting to dread the years down the road when I am pregnant and can’t have caffeine. If the Husband thinks I’m crabby now, I bet he can’t wait for a decaffeinated, crabby, pregnant lady.
Maybe there’s not anything worse than being addicted to caffeine. In fact, I just asked the Husband to list things people are addicted to besides drugs, alcohol, and tobacco. Do you want to know the first two things he said? Coffee and gum.Guilty as charged.
Question: What’s your vice?
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