I FORGOT MY COFFEE THIS MORNING. I am an addict and I forgot to pour my coffee and take it with me. I didn’t notice until I got to school. I was that tired this morning.

I tried to be positive about it. I thought, “maybe I’ll be fine!” I was so naive.

I was fine the first couple hours. I drank water – I’m so healthy! – and proudly thought about how I was doing fine. I had very little time to get to the high school from the middle school today, but on the way there is a Dunkin’ Donuts. I looked at it and thought that maybe I should swing through and just grab a small black coffee. I mean, I was pretty tired. But there was a small line at the drive through and I didn’t want to be late. Hindsight is 20/20.

Things were okay at the high school too, but I began to notice myself getting tired around noon or so. Should I run up and get a Diet Coke? I hate diet soda. But maybe it would help? Nah.

By 1:30, I had a blazing headache and I faded. We had meetings, things happened. I couldn’t focus. It was like my body realized, “hey, it’s past the normal time I get my fix. Wtf. It’s time to bring the pain.” I took ibuprofen but by that time, it was too late.

I got home and ate dinner (still eating healthy!) and waited ’til Annika got home to make her dinner since the boys were at guitar. She went to rest a bit in her room, and since my head was still pounding, I took more ibuprofen and laid down in bed. At 5:30. And fell asleep. For hours.

I woke up at about 8:30 when there was some bustling in the house. I’m getting ready to go back to bed now. At least my headache is gone.

I love my morning coffee. I love the taste, the smell, the warmth… it’s one of my daily pleasures. This is the first time I just forgot it. I don’t know what happened – I was a little too focused on eating a healthy breakfast and getting to school on time, maybe? My coffee mugs were hiding in the drying rack so there wasn’t a visual cue?

Whatever happens, I’m not forgetting tomorrow.