Seriously, I realized the comedy tonight as our nanny, The Amazing Amy, was talking to me about the Daniel Fast that I flippantly decided to start yesterday. I say flippantly because at church on Sunday, the pastor announced that the church does a Daniel fast every year, the 21 days prior to Easter. Being the extremely easy sell that I am, I decided to look into it. I read up on it on the internet and decided that it surely could not be THAT hard. It's meat free, no bread, and nothing but water to drink. But I wasn't really thinking about the fact that this would include coffee. But, I had committed to it (in my mind) and I was just going to go with it. So, I charged through my day yesterday and it wasn't too bad. I lost steam pretty early on, but still, it was doable. I woke up this morning and that's when the s&%* hit the fan. I've honestly been in a caffeine-less stupor for at least 48 hours. I had a headache all day, I laid on the couch half the afternoon unmotivated to do anything but sleep, and my house looks like the kids rooms exploded and landed in various places about the other rooms. As I was lamenting to Amy that I couldn't get it together to go have tacos with my hubby tonight and why did I think I could go cold turkey from coffee without a catastrophic outcome, her response was "I don't want to question your religious convictions, but you are the over-caffeinated mama." Well, duh! How could I forget how much I NEED caffeine. This addiction of mine is NOT just for fun anymore... there's a reason I developed a love relationship with coffee.... it's because I needed it... and still do, apparently.
In true double-minded fashion, I started to doubt my firm decision to stop the fast tomorrow. I mean, I'm probably through the worst of it, don't you think? I mean, it's supposed to be 21 days... how lame that I couldn't make it two? But the way I see it is that Daniel didn't have four young children when he decided to give up