Hi coffee, my name is Nicole, and I am obsessed with you.

You know, I hate to say this but.....

Coffee and I are way too good of amigos for my own good.

Really.

It's horrible, actually.

If I skip my mid-morning cup of coffee, I start acting like a hooligan. 

My brain goes a little bit bizzerk, and I either start looking forward to nap time with an unhealthy passion, or I act as if someone has glued me to the couch. 

Both scenarios are not okay.

My coffee need is so high maintenance, that if I try to drink my blessed cup after my usual allotted hour for coffee-enjoying, then my day is still at risk of being thrown for a loop! 

Such is the case this morning. 

I accidentally skipped my 10:30 goodness, and am now trying to make up for it by guzzling down a tardy cup-o-joe. 

It's just not the same.

{Yeah, I'm comparing my coffee drinking to an emotion usually felt by people involved in high maintenance romantic relationships, not beverage relationships!}

Not cool, Nicole, not cool.

Time to get a grip.

But I really can't afford to "get a grip" because no cup of coffee {or McCafe} in the morning means endless amounts of headaches, and dare I even say it? Migraines! That doesn't work while trying to take care of a 19-month-old! It just doesn't!

Anyway, cheers to feeling like this for the rest of the day.....

Ay yi yi....