The other morning I woke and realized there was very little coffee left in the house as in just enough for a couple of cups 😦 Mind you, purchasing the coffee on the day I was at the store was not the problem. I can buy a small jar of Pampa brand for a buck at DG, but forgot it. Yep! I forgot it! Shame on ME! But on this morning it was too late to do anything about it, because making sure there was enough gas in the car for him to get to work Friday was the issue.
No problem, I keep teabags in the house for just such an occasion. And being the cheerful and charitable morning person that I am, left what was left for my husband who is not the nicest morning person in the world. Add the stresses of our situation and OMG!
Well on that morning, he was a bear, and started nitpicking about everything he could think of, including the fact that there was so little coffee left and about ( whispers ) my ‘incompetency’ as a domestic goddess. All this while he walked away from the kitchen counter with a steaming hot cup of coffee. One large cup is his limit, mind you. I was the one who was going without my coffee.
Needless to say we had some words over his all too frequent morning grumblings.
Still he is one that spouts off and if you leave him be, he’s over it in no time. I can’t shake things like he does.
Honestly we don’t argue much by comparison. Because it takes two to argue and I don’t like arguing about diddly nonsense. Life is much too hard to worry myself sick over the small stuff. My thinking is we have enough on our plates to be hateful to one another.
Well, usually this would start world war three, but I didn’t care at that moment. I was pissed by his insensitivity.
I guess I made my point because he settled down almost immediately and we went about our day. With me, drinking milk white, hot tea which is the way my Nanny Esham taught me to drink it as a child. Still, even milk-white tea, gives me the jitters when consumed in my usual quantities.
Needless to say, I did not sleep well that night. In fact, I didn’t sleep hardly at all.
I woke early, and woke him with another steaming hot cup of coffee to send him off to work at the fleamarket with. More, milk-white hot tea for me. Still, grateful for some time to myself.
Yesterday, I went back to bed and slept the best part of the day away. No doubt I needed it BUT it makes me feel useless and as if I wasted my day.
Truthfully I was downright ill. And didn’t feel much better when I woke up.
Last night I was still feeling defeated and kind of weepy. Maudlin my husband called it.
I know we all handle stress and metabolize differently but caffeine is caffeine, isn’t it? POSSIBLY NOT!
Ron came home from the flea market yesterday in much better spirits having made $17.00. After putting a bit more gas in the car, he had $9 on him when he got home. Between that and a badly needed $20 donation that came through yesterday morning , I was able to get back to DG and purchase not one, but two jars of coffee, cat food and a few other things we needed.
So such is a few days in the life of a caffeine addict.
Your donations are still needed and greatly appreciated!