I commented to her that I only drank coffee when I was at work, so the occasional Starbucks splurge didn't hurt too much.
She looked at me, horrified. "How on earth do you make it all day, chasing around the children? I never would have survived mine without coffee."
"Lately, I'm either pregnant or nursing," I giggled, "so it's not such a big deal. Besides, I looove coffee, and if had my own pot, I'd be dangerously addicted."
Fast forward about 10 years.
I made it through two years of waking up at 4:45 a.m. to get the band kid rolling for zero hour. I stop on my way to work and occasionally get a caffeine hit at whatever place hits my fancy. At work, we have the fancy Flavia machine.
And this weekend, I bought my first real (not teacup sized) coffeepot. It's not fancy, but right now, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
MMMMMMM. Bliss. Why did i deny myself so long??