...when I used to sleep. I also remember when I was able to stay up past 10:30p.m. I'm pretty sure there were even days when I stayed up past midnight. Way past midnight. Pulled all-nighters even. Did the Sunday morning walk of shame wearing my (suddenly garrish) Saturday night clothes. I swear I did. Of course, all that hinged on being able to sleep past, say, 10a.m. the next (same?) day.
These days I'm useless after 9p.m. I'm asleep (hopefully) by 10:30. And very recently I am awake again about every two hours (to feed and sooth a crying, teething H) until 4:30-5a.m. when H is awake and ready to play, talk and start her day.
I've always been a black coffee person, but I have been easing happily back into the caffeinated world from the murky land of decaf and I've discovered this delicious way to make coffee:
Warm up a 1/4 cup of milk
add a pinch (to your taste) of nutmeg and a pinch of brown sugar
mix into your coffee (I'm doing half decaf half regular in a french press).
Enjoy.
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