I’m a caffeine junkie. I have to have a cup every day or I have a headache. To be honest, I have 2 at home and probably 2-3 at work. It is my version of Ritalin.
But this past weekend I saw what it can do to the uninitiated. We took a trip to State College for my 10 year old’s state gymnastics meet. At dinner my son had 2 root beers. Normally we don’t let him drink much more than one sierra mist but, hey, its a fun weekend away from home. I assumed, wrongly, that root beer didn’t have caffeine. About 2 am, he wakes up and is twitching to beat the band. Crying, thrashing, nearly hyperventilating. Not quite psychotic in his thinking but just about. Never went back to sleep! Poor guy. By the end of his meet he was completely out of sorts.
Talked to him this am about it. He has sworn off coffee and caffeinated drinks for the rest of his life. Probably a good thing if he never discovers the positive properties of coffee.
I probably should cut back my own intake but the 3 pm sleepies will drive me upstairs to the coffee pot. That’s right. It controls me. Or I let it. And frankly, a 3 pm, I don’t care which is true.