Thought I'd share some of the things that I am obsessively addicted to...I mean, things I love. With five kids under seven, no help, no breaks, and just a few unscathed brain cells left, these are the things that I do instead of becoming a raging alcoholic. :) My little serotonin boosters. I wish I could say they're the things that keep me from going crazy, but then I'd be exaggerating and implying that I still have my sanity. And you know I never exaggerate.
I love coffee. I love it more than most people. More than I should. More than anyone should. For some reason, coffee has always been a comfort for me. The smell, the color, the warmth, (or sometimes the coolness), and, I suppose the caffeine may have a little something to do with it. I grew up watching my dad drink coffee like water. Anytime of the day or night, he'd have a cup. He wasn't the type that would get into all of the Starbucks hoopla, though. He was a strong, black, straight up coffee drinker. So, it was natural for me, I suppose. It could be midnight, and I'd say to my dad, "Hey, I think I'll make some coffee, would you drink some?" And he'd say, "Sure!" like it was the most reasonable thing in the world. To this day, I love that in people. I am secretly annoyed by people who don't drink coffee (don't hate me!) and I have an inexplicable respect for those who do- and who do with reckless abandon. :) That's probably because their complicity makes me feel just a little less guilty.
In high school, the Indian ladies at the Dunkin' Donuts by my house became like aunts to me. (Farrah, I will never forget you.) :) They'd see me get out of my car in the parking lot and have my drink ready by the time I was at the counter. There were vicious rumors flying during my senior year of high school that I went to Dunkin' Donuts every day for coffee and a bagel during 3rd period, but my teachers didn't care because I brought them back coffee and donuts as well. Crazy rumors- that wasn't true at all! Actually, my teacher sent me, and it wasn't every day. More like every other day. Anyway, during college I would usually see Farrah twice a day. At 4:30 am on my way to work, then again at 11:15am on my way to class. Then, I would cheat on her and end up in Starbucks at about 9pm to fuel a study session with Blair. Then, the next day repeated much the same.
A few years ago, I even quit coffee. I don't regret it. I think it was good for my body. At the time, I wasn't comfortable with the fact that I was addicted to something, and needed it to function. So, after three days of tortuous, brain-thrashing headaches, I lived without it for months. I'm sure that was good for my body to "detox" and cleanse itself. But I never stopped missing it. I would then just make it/get it every once in a while in the afternoon- just for a treat. Then, after a few more months, the "every once in a while in the afternoon" became every day...in the afternoon :)
Now, you have to understand that it wasn't just for the caffeine. Having a cup of good strong coffee in my hand actually makes me feel like everything is going to be OK. At the end of a hard day (most days, now), I make a cup of coffee. When I wake up and wonder how I will get through the day, I make coffee. Currently, it is the mid-morning or mid-afternoon stretch that has me reaching for the press. When I get up, clean the kitchen, clean the house, feed the baby, change some diapers, get everyone dressed, do some chores, teach some math, do some reading...then look at the clock and it's only 10:45am.
(hear beans grinding)
Or when I repeat most of the above things plus a few others, combined with a few super fun surprises (like someone whose name starts with "N" throwing 25 books out of the upstairs window onto the roof and front yard), and I look at the clock and it's only 2:15pm.
(see water boiling and grinds dropping into press)
Or when it's 7:30 and I have done all of the above for 12 hours straight plus a few more fun surprises (like, oh, I don't know...dry erase marker all over the sheets, permanent marker on the laptop, or 2-4 kids screaming and wrestling with each other, or gigantic muddy footprints on a painstakingly clean floor, all while scream-whispering at everyone because the baby has finally fallen asleep and would probably like to do so for more than 10 minutes). You're so jealous of me, I know.
(hear the timer go off- four minutes, coffee is ready to be pressed. Pour into my favorite mug, add half and half, agave nectar, and cinnamon.)
One smell and one sip, and I can breathe a little deeper. Everything seems just a little bit less like eternal hellfire and brimstone and just a little more bearable. At this point in my life, I have evolved into a bona fide coffee snob. You won't catch me in Dunkin' Donuts. (Sorry Farrah, wherever you are) You won't even catch me in Starbucks most of time because we have taken a vow of poverty in exchange for a great house and a great farm. Nope- I make it at home, but we only use organic, and fair trade beans, bold, and preferably locally roasted. We buy whole beans and grind them fresh for each press. I like it strong-no I love it strong. And it loves me.
That is so funny, the coffee gene definitely bypassed me and Marty and Alison, but you and your father could really put it away and still sleep. Always amazed me. So, ENJOY YOUR COFFEE!! and enjoy your munchkins, they will grow up so fast!ReplyDelete
ok that was just one really long post about ONE thing you love. and i never knew you hated me for not drinking coffee until now. thought we were better friends than that :) j/k keep on posting.... what else do you love?ReplyDelete
Well, I started with the intention of writing about 4-5 things, and then got carried away with just the coffee. :) As it was, it took me three days to write that one post. I decided that my other addictions will all have to be separate posts. And of course I don't hate you. I should have said that I am annoyed when others don't drink it....not them I'm annoyed with them, personally. (See, I knew blogging would get me into trouble) It's the way a crack addict would be more comfortable with a fellow crack addict and not someone clean and sober with them. What's with my constant drug and alcohol references?ReplyDelete
dork! i was just joking with you. you didnt offend..... not yet anyways :) enjoy your coffeee and next time we are together you can make me an iced one.ReplyDelete
i love my coffee too, katie. when we are there in july for camp and new baby, maybe you could come for a cup and a visit!! the gals you talk about at dunkin donuts are STILL there!! they are so nice and always have ken's order ready for him also. i'm raising my cup to you and all the other coffee lovers out there, good morning:)ReplyDelete
oohhh, cheers Ruth! I would love to see you both and visit. I hope that can work out. I cannot believe that Farrah is still there (and her daughter???) I hope they pay her what she's worth, she obviously deserves it. Thanks for your posting. xoxoReplyDelete
horray! welcome to the world of blogging amongst a life previously filled to the brim! i love you guys & have thought of you often since you set off your amazing journey to "the good life". i always wished that we would have gotten to hang out more & get to know each other more...but now that you are blogging i suppose we can do just that.ReplyDelete
i also always thought that we had loads is common & had the potential to be amazingly close...after reading your post on coffee...i KNOW that i was right! ;)
give our love to your lot!! <3