I cannot drink caffeine past six o'clock pm, unless I want to be awake all night. I know this, but now and then I slip up.
Today was an unbelievably productive one, and this afternoon I decided I deserved a little reward. On my way to the suburbs I drove through McDonald's and ordered a medium Dr. Pepper. I know all their drinks are only a dollar (and ten cents) - I could have had a large Dr. Pepper for the same price, but I only wanted a medium. They gave me a large. I told myself not to finish it. I drank some during my drive, in between a dozen rounds of The Wheels on the Bus - Peter's current favorite car ride distraction. By the time I made it to where I was going, I was nowhere near finishing that drink. It was five o'clock.
About an hour and a half later I was back in the car, headed to find a gas station with one of those massive vacuums. (found it, my car looks awesome right now.) My sweating Dr. Pepper was still in the cup holder, and I didn't think to check the time before I started drinking it again. I never did finish it all, but I finished enough. Enough that here I am at almost three in the morning, typing out my regrets.
Peter will probably wake up any minute for a bottle, and I'm actually so excited to see him! Hopefully trying to get him back to sleep will make me sleepy, too.
...aaand there he is!