Driving me to drink.

Coffee.

T and I have been coffee teetotalers for years. He thinks the stuff is disgusting (mind you, every time he decides to give it a try, he's at some greasy truck stop where of course, the coffee is gross, but anyways...), and I have dabbled, well, loved lattes and other coffee treat drinks for years. But never that plain old black stuff. The only reason, actually, that I even have a coffee maker is because Trav's mom bought one for us as a house warming gift 3 houses ago so that she could have her morning cuppa when she comes to visit.

Until now.

I always knew that it was just a matter of time before I took people up on an offer of coffee.

I think it's the perfect storm of having two (young) kids who don't know what sleeping in is, working part time shift work, being on call, and running a household. It's crazy, but sometimes, I just need the stuff. Sad, but true.

Being at work till 12:30 last night with a trauma, then getting up for my 6:15 AM!!!! Pilates class probably doesn't help much either.