Everyone knows that us mummies do nothing else but meet up for coffee and cake every day (disclaimer: this may not be true). The problem is, I don’t actually like coffee. I’ve had enough coffee dates now that I’m prepared for the reaction when I ask for water, or if I’m feeling adventurous and not too sleepy, a hot chocolate. I appease their worried, anxious looks by quickly stating that I do LOVE the smell of coffee, it’s just the taste that I can’t stand. The aroma has a kind of masculine huskiness that draws me in, promises me a good time then farts on my taste buds down. I’ve tried numerous frothy variations, hoping that something will click one day like it did with olives but it hasn’t just yet.
Why do I put myself through the taste test? Well coffee has been touted as this sexy energy revitaliser that everyone is drinking so who wouldn’t want to be a part of that? But more importantly, Baby E is yet to sleep through the night so I’ve been running on fumes for the past year and that’s not counting the pregnancy insomnia. It would be so much easier to down a cup in the morning and get on with it but it turns out, coffee is just not my cup of tea (ha!).
So is it possible to survive motherhood without coffee? Of course, you just need to find your vice – the thing that keeps you going, keeps your eyelids from shutting as even blinking could send you into a deep sleep. At least until your child becomes a teenager and refuses to get out of bed (that’s the typical consolation I get for my lack of sleep). Mine appears to be soldiering on through the day with a long to do list then crashing out in the evening. Any dull moment and I’m done for, especially at work. Shhhh don’t tell my boss!