OK - so it turns out that not only do I have to quit caffeine but I have to get everyone else on board. I am wayyyyyyy deep into the coffee culture and that culture is hanging on tight. sniff, sniff....First of all the Gods of Java are in bed with the Gods of No Sleep and they all got together last night and came over. Yep - I spoke too soon, Ellie was up for half the night and of course it was the night before I had to take the first half of my sign language final exam. I believe the name of this half of the test is titled, "How to look like an idiot in under 2 seconds flat" which is translation for having to sign an entire song in front of the entire class. rrrrr (Actually learning to sign a song is a great way to increase your sign language vocabulary and kind of fun. It's just the having to sign it and act it out in front of others that bites.) I did my main practicing while driving back and forth to pick Ellie up. People are so rude to stare at me like that! Haven't they seen sign language before?! Sheesh.
But I digress. So I was up half the night because even if Dave goes in, I can still hear her and can't sleep the difference is I can at least not get a huge crick in my neck and now I owe him the whole week of nights, which is how I got him to go in and take last night. See the marital dynamics?! It's all one big fat negotiation after the next. Alas, it works and we are happy and if the GNS are here for the rest of the week I am so screwed.
OK, OK - can you tell I have had some caffeine!? So up half the night, big test looming at 10am. But just the same I did gear down and only have a cup of Barry's tea this morning. I get to school just fine and am feeling pretty good. I drop Ellie off and head off to the diner I always go to in the hour I have to cool my heals before class. They have the BEST pancakes in Boston and I can get two strips of beacon, a large pancake, one egg over easy, bottomless cup of coffee and a small OJ for under $7. And they don't mind that I sit there and frantically practice my signs to brush up before class. The waitress is really sweet and one of those people that can call you honey and it is a nice thing. Usually I walk in and I say, "Hi!" to her and the guys behind the breakfast bar at the fryer. She says, "Hi honey." and brings over my coffee and OJ. 5 minutes after that my breakfast appears. You see the problem? So with the hot steaming cup of brown gold right under my nose, I thought, OK, because I have this sign language test I will just drink half a cup. But after my pancake was demolished she came over and filled my cup up again with coffee!
What am I going to do? I am going to have to admit I am jumping off the java bandwagon. Next Tuesday I will have to say, "Hi, just OJ today please, trying to quit." I hope she understands.
Sigh. This might be harder than I thought!
