Dear B and Editress,
You were right. I admit it. I was wrong… so very, very wrong. Why did I think that I could live without the sweet, sweet nectar that is coffee with a little milk in it? Why? It was my hubris. The hubris that if I didn’t need it working for Congress, and if I didn’t need it for grad school, and if I didn’t need it with one baby and a book project on hand, then I would never need it.
But I have learned my lesson. And it is glorious. Glorious, I say. You, dear B and Editress, you two have taught me a lesson, perhaps painful at first, but worth learning: You cannot have a toddler, a baby, and a book contract and think you can function without coffee.
Resistance is futile.