It is time to reduce my coffee intake. I think I shared a picture of my coffee mug but I'll do it again:
The coffee mug is the green one in the middle (blue is for water, red for my protein shakes). 64 ounces of yummy iced coffee. It was actually a decrease for me, which is a bit scary. It's what I was drinking at the end of the spring semester. Usually my body would tell me, a week or two after finals ended, that it was done with coffee for a while. I would get sick if I tried to drink more than two cups or so. I didn't get that feeling this time around, probably because I started a new job, Damm was called up for National Guard (local, not deployment) and then he went away for LDAC training while my parents moved to the area and began babysitting the kids. Not the worst kind of stress but it was still stressful.
Now Damm is back, my parents settled in with the kids wonderfully and the job is going swimmingly. My need for coffee has diminished and my body is being quite clear on the subject: I feel icky if I drink more than two cups (and I still do drink two cups, I think I'd be irritable if I didn't). My huge green travel mug is now filled with iced green tea, lightly sweetened with a tablespoon of raw honey. I prefer it now over my coffee, which is not something I ever thought I'd say. Instead of being like Lorelai and Rory on Gilmore Girls (one of my favorite shows) I'm more like Luke. Of course, this is subject to change. My normal coffee intake had stabilized at four cups for years, and I might go back to that eventually.