So I started this project on a high moral note. But I have to be honest–the past week has been probably the hardest one ever. When siesta time rolls around (3-4:00ish), I’m jonesin’ for a latte. Yes, JONESIN’. I don’t think I’ve ever used that word before in my life. But I crave me some Hot Frothy Goodness, and the craving is intense and relentless, especially when I am in the car with two sleeping girls in the back. Instead of becoming THREE sleeping girls, I have grabbed a latte.
And I think my estimate of 4 lattes per week was low. It’s been more of a daily thing. The one day I did NOT indulge, I felt like patting myself on the back. Giving myself a gold star. Treating myself with a trip to Starbuck’s. Wait! Noooo!
Sigh. Weeping. Lamentations. It’s 2:34 a.m. and I’m being honest. This project is going to require much more deep-down change than I had first anticipated. Yes, it’s all about change.
If I were writing a homily, or a women’s devotional book, I would end right here with a lavender-scented wrap-up: “Yes, it’s about change. Change–nickels, dimes, pennies–that used to go towards coffee that will now go on to ‘change’ a life. Change, indeed–for the better.”
Blech. I have nothing to tidily wrap-up here, just a confession. Thanks to starting this blog, all I can think about this week is lattes. LATTES. It’s like when I was pregnant and all I was hungry for was sushi and mercury-laden fish. Verboten!
So–here’s some transparency for ya:
3 Starbucks
2 Dutch Brothers
2 independent coffee shop
1 full night of sleep
Going to bed now. Brain is tired of thinking about the world and the hopeless state thereof.
Saving the World One Pumpkin Spice Latte at a Time 
Chanda, you speak the words of my heart! I am constantly rewarding myself with lattes, for being able to wake up and get out of the house with girls!
Hang in there you can do it! I am trying to do it with you. The other day you were my inspiration, to pass the starbucks on the way home. Thank you!
This is were we differ, I was buying to many lattes. So I bought an automatic espresso machine. Now I make my own and will have saved the equivalent cost of the machine and coffee in a few more weeks. I wish you success in your endeavor, you are stronger than I.
Never EVER write a “women’s devotional book.” That is all.
If the idea ever strikes again, call Sister ASAP for an intervention.
Love you muchly.