I could blame my coffee addiction on my parents. Every single morning of their lives (at least while I knew them) they got up at 6 a.m. and had coffee. While I was growing up it was coffee and cigarettes. 🙁 And they had coffee (and cigarettes) many more times throughout the day. My dad took his coffee with a lot of cream and sugar as this was the way he got used to it as a young Navy man. For some reason he never drank the last drink or two in his cup and sometimes, if I would crawl up on his lap at the right moment, he would let me drink it.
I assumed that when I was a grown up I would wake up and drink coffee before doing anything else. That’s what grown ups do, right? But I didn’t really like coffee. I didn’t drink coffee at all during college or when I had my first real job and apartment. When K. and I registered for wedding gifts we added a nice programmable coffee maker to the list because, well, grown ups have coffee makers, right? And what if we had company over that drank coffee?
The ladies in my office pooled their money and bought it for us. I was very touched as it was a $100 coffee maker. My coffee drinking parents never had anything more than the $24.95 Mr. Coffee from Walmart. Obviously I could not let this primo coffee making machine go to waste so I set out to learn to like coffee. I couldn’t stand the regular Folgers so I starting playing around with different flavors. After a couple of years I found one that I actually liked — the Folgers Gourmet Supreme. I also found a specialty coffee shop that sold a Hazelnut Cinnamon coffee that is excellent. I paid to have it shipped 300 miles to my house when we moved from one state to another.
Did I mention that the coffee pot was programmable? Did I further mention that I found that extremely cool? It also has automatic shutoff which is a very nice feature for a scatterbrain like me. So I started drinking coffee every day. This was about 12 years ago.
My oldest sister told me once that I was addicted. I told her I could give it up any time I wanted. I wasn’t addicted. It was just relaxing to have a cup of coffee in the morning. Besides, it was only one cup. She just laughed.
Well, I can give it up. I just don’t want to. I’ve done it several times. Even for months at a time. But I eventually come back. I’m not proud of it. I’ve been stubbornly refusing to even think about giving it up for about a year now even though I’ve been prego and have a nursing baby. But there is the still small voice. I’ve done so many things to change my eating habits and to steer and direct my family (especially the children) towards foods and drinks that are healthy for their little bodies.
Yesterday N. found me and said that she had found most of the pieces of her little tea set. She was quite excited. I asked her if she was going to have a cup of tea. You know what’s coming, don’t you? She said, “No Mommy. I’m going to have coffee. Just like you.” Ouch.
So, <sigh>, I’m going to give it up. I’m telling all of you because blogging about it is amazing for accountability! I used the last of my coffee grounds this afternoon and before I go to bed I’m going to scrub my nice programmable (albeit now old) coffee maker with automatic shut off and put it outside in the humphrey.
If you happen to think of me tomorrow as you’re having your morning coffee, say a little prayer. It’s going to be a long Sunday. 🙂