My name is Sarah and I’m a Caffeine Addict #sol14

 

 

 

 

Some days, I feel like I need caffeine in order to survive.  I spent years eschewing coffee because I only saw my grandmother drinking it black.  It smelled bitter and looked unappetizing.  But in the last year or so, I’ve picked up a habit of drinking frappucinos.  I refer to them as milkshakes with caffeine because they aren’t “real” coffee, but they do the trick.

I don’t drink frappucinos everyday.  Usually once a week or so, if I’m really tired.  It’s a nice treat and Starbucks sends me coupons so it’s not that expensive.  I figure I deserve the treat every so often.

But I do rely on them.  And they do cost money.

So I gave up drinking coffee for Lent.

No s’mores coffee from Wawa in the morning.  No mocha cookie crumble frappucinos to get me through the week.  No iced salted caramel lattes.

So far, it hasn’t been that bad.  I cheated last Sunday and had a grande mocha frap from Starbucks but that’s ok.  I subscribe to the belief that you are allowed to cheat on your Lenten focus on Sundays.  I went to Catholic school, so it’s totally legit.

But guys, this week is killing me.  I have a full week at work, two middle school enrichment classes on the other side of the county on Monday and Wednesday night, a dance to chaperone on Friday night, a conference in North Jersey on Saturday, and tutoring for three hours on Sunday.  It’s only Tuesday and I’m already exhausted.

All I can think about is this:

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I think I might crack.  I can’t imagine making it through the rest of the week without a good, healthy dose of caffeine.  Tea, soda, and other drinks just don’t do it for me.

I can feel the wall starting to crack already.  And it’s only Tuesday night…..

 

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2 Responses

  1. I hear you. I gave up soda for Lent, along with baking. Totally drank some diet at MRA. Not sure if I would have made it otherwise. Convinced myself I was ok because I didn’t bake. :) Back on the wagon this week. Good luck to you!

  2. Ah, Catholic guilt. One year I gave up making catty remarks and when someone said something that merited comment, I would look at my friends and say, “You know what I’m thinking.”

    Here’s hoping some energy comes your way. If it doesn’t, there’s always confession.

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