by debi9kids on November 6, 2010

My therapist wants me to get out in the sun more, get more fresh air and I just feel like a big baby when I try to explain to him that I don’t like the cold (which he doesn’t want to hear anyway).
Don’t drink coffee.
Don’t drink wine.
Eat green leafy vegetables.
Don’t stay up late.
Get at least 30 minutes in the sun, without sunglasses on.

Ok. It makes sense to me, but really?
I have nine kids.
Telling me to not drink coffee or wine is like telling me to chop my leg off and feed it to the dog.

I like my therapist. I really do. But, Lord, I don’t think he has a clue what it means to have 9 kids and a hectic life.
It’s not like I drink a pot of coffee a day and I certainly don’t down bottles of wine a day either… but HOLY, if I tried to get the kids out the door in the morning without a cup of coffee, I am pretty sure we’d miss our 7 am buses, or at the very least, I might be inclined to just let Keith go off to school in the first outfit he wears down to breakfast (aka a green & orange striped shirt, camouflage pants, 2 different shoes and no socks).

I like my sanity.
but need & love my coffee.

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