I am so tired I put my underwear on inside out this morning.  I am thanking my lucky stars this morning that my mother is still here, and so dreading Friday. Friday needs to stop racing my way.

I struggled with insomnia all weekend.  By the third night, I was getting panick-y (soooooooo not helpful), why wasn’t I sleeping?  Dave fought himself awake and asked if I needed to talk, if I was anxious or worried.  Incredibly sweet of him, but nothing was stressing me. I wasn’t anxious. I just could. Not. Sleep.

Monday morning, after I poured my fifth cup of coffee, I had a brain storm.  I have been drinking way too much caffeine.  Caffeine was the cause of my insomnia.  Duh.  I haven’t been able to tolerate caffeine for two years now.  I know this.  I tested this praying it wasn’t true.  It is true.  I cannot tolerate caffeine. I drink decaf.

My mom and dad however, living half a planet away, do not magically know this.  They brought me nine pounds of uber-delicious full-caf Peet’s Coffee.  And they made me gorgeous, perfect, strong pots of coffee every morning, well into the afternoons.  I have been enjoying a little slice of coffee Heaven ever since their arrival.  Hence the not sleeping.  Sigh.

I stopped drinking quite so much coffee and I finally got a long, beautiful night sleep. I even slept in Tuesday morning till 10 am.  I felt great.  Then I came downstairs to find not only my little ones dressed & fed, but the vast majority of the pre-New Years Eve cleaning & cooking done.  By my beautiful, amazing mom.  Stop Friday, STOP!

Last night we had our fantabulous German friends, and long-lost friends from Ft. Bragg, over for New Years Eve.  It was awesome.  Awesome food, incredibly awesome fireworks, and bed waaaaaay too late.  When we closed the door on our last friends at 3 am Dave & I looked at each other, opened a window in the winter garden to keep all the leftover food cold, and went to bed without cleaning up.

This morning, looking exactly like Tess in her very pretty photo here, I came down at 11 am to find everything picked-up, cleaned and in its place.  And a delicious pot of coffee freshly brewed with my name on it.  Please Friday, please STOP!

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