Caffeine and Memory Loss

Can I just tell you? That I think my short term memory has officially been blown to smithereens. The sleep that I have not been getting got all up in arms, picked up a shot gun, and aimed it heartlessly at my innocent short term memory brain cells.

My mornings typically look something like this:

6:30am – alarm goes off. Stare bleery eyed at phone while fumbling for the button to shut the blasted sound off.

6:30am and 20 seconds – Dorian's alarm goes off. I fumble again for the fracking silence button because we have the same alarm and I, in my delirium, assume my phone is possessed or just really, really anxious for me to get up. Realize it's Dorian's phone. Grunt at him. Fall back asleep for ten minutes.

6:40am – Second alarm. Dangit! Turn alarm off. Cling to the shred of time I still have left to lay in bed.

6:45am – Haul butt out of bed because there's no way this morning will continue in anything but a negative direction unless I make coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

6:50am – brush teeth, shower, put contacts in.

7:00am - try to stay out of Dorian's way in our tiiiny bathroom as he stumbles in to get into the shower (an aside: he's barely awake enough to know to take his shorts off before he gets in the shower, and yet, he somehow has the ability to want a kiss and squeeze my butt…that blows my mind because I am soooo not in the mood to be touched when I'm that fresh out of bed).

7:05am – go to kitchen, pour two cups of coffee, drink them both…go back, and re-pour Dorian's cup…continue getting ready for work.

7:25am – (here's where our morning gets very exciting…no, seriously) pour travel mug of coffee trusting that it may very well be the only thing that will milk me through my morning.

7:30am – leave for work…and so on, for the rest of the day.

BUT, THIS MORNING (whimper) my 7:25am norm was foiled! I poured my blessed mug of coffee, tasted it, noted that it tasted even better this morning than it usually does, got excited to drink the rest of it at work….and LEF IT ON THE COUNTER. I get all weepy just thinking about it.

I realize the error of my ways as I'm getting out of my car at work and I reach for my trusty mug-o-coffee…and the cup holder is empty. I stand in the freezing cold honestly considering the 15 minute drive back home to get my coffee. Decide against it as there is just not really much logic to driving an extra half hour for coffee…*choke*

So fine, as I'm sitting at my desk at work, I decide that I'll just go home at lunchtime and get some things done, and make myself another scrumptious pot of coffee. I do this. I pour out the cold coffee from the morning, and re-pour the aromatic, steamy, delectable, FRESH coffee, put the perfect amount of cream and sugar in it, stand and hold it and smell it for a minute, because dang. This is going to be one goooood cup of coffee. I set it on the counter to put my coat and shoes on, grab my purse and keys…. and walk out the door.

And realize 3 miles into my drive back to work…that my coffee is still on the counter.

So clearly, my short term memory is just non-existent…because I'm tired. And do you know what would totally help with that?! A CUP OF COFFEE.