Mommy Brain

It’s been a few days since I posted, I know. I’ve been in a caffeine-withdrawal fog since Wednesday. In an attempt to soothe my tummy, which was still acting strangely, I quit caffeine. Cold turkey. With no illegal drugs. I do NOT recommend this. On top of that, I decided to stop taking ibuprofen since that can be harmful to your stomach, and I’d been taking quite a bit for a sinus thing-y that’s been lingering on and on and on. Caffeine headache minus ibuprofen equals one very unhappy mommy. Tylenol helps some, but not a lot. And my mind is in a complete fog. Today is the first day I’ve felt capable of stringing words together to form coherent thoughts.

I’ve found some interesting articles on the web about caffeine withdrawal. They now classify it as a psychiatric disorder. (Does this mean I need Prozac?) Symptoms include: headache, fatigue, muscle aches, nausea and vomiting, flu-like symptoms, weakness…..and death. Not really, but you either feel like you’re dying or want to.

Of course, this is Easter week, which means that in spite of my coffee-craving-induced haze, I had stuff to do. Like clean my house and get Easter stuff ready. These things would not normally send me back to bed with my head under the covers. But this week accomplishing a few minor tasks felt like scaling Mt. Everest. This morning we’re taking the kids to a Resurrection celebration at church — complete with the Easter story, crafts, and more sugar than any child should actually consume. Tomorrow morning, we have two Easter services, both of which I must attend because I’m involved in a drama and singing. After church we will have our Easter-egg hunt for the kids. Then at 2 p.m. my family will arrive for Easter dinner. My wonderful parents’ are bringing a ham and Dad’s making pies, so all I need to do is whip up a potato salad. At 6 p.m. is the memorial service for Beve. At first I thought this was a strange choice of time, but now it seems fitting. Celebrating Beve’s life and entrance into heaven on the day Jesus beat death!

I’ve read that these caffeine withdrawals can last up to nine days. NINE DAYS! I’m praying that won’t prove true for me. I’m on day four, and I want to feel better. I wish you could see how many words — easy words — I’ve mis-spelled while writing this post — I can’t make my hands or mind work the way I want! If I can just get through this, I’ll never drink coffee or pepsi again. I swear.

Happy Easter!
Carrie