My back hurts down to my toes.  I'm just spasming all the way down.

Well, I'm off caffeine.  What, what?  This isn't even for Lent.  It's for my own health (physical and emotional).  I move slower, get less done, can't find the energy to work out half as often now, BUT I am a much calmer person.
Do you remember when I used to write about having a heart attack while I fix dinner and my girls are screaming?  They're still screaming, but no more heart attacking!  Yay!
Do you remember a couple of posts ago where I said "bad job" to myself?  I realize how much caffeine had to do with that.  ANd it's worse for me to haven caffeine when I'm tired because instead of just cleaning fast, I'll snap your head off really fast.
On some days, when I need to cook 12 things and clean 37, I do give myself half a cup, and BAM!  It's all done.  And then I heart attack the afternoon away with my girls and regret it.  I guess this stuff affects me more than some people?
So, hmmm, to have endless artificial energy and a clean house or to have a healed relationship with my girls.  I just had to stop being in snappy, heart attack mode.
I really enjoy this slow moving, slow breathing, smiling, slow blinking, saying "Ope, I probably won't get those things done. Oh well.  Let's go outside." It's really wonderful.

Well anyway, so it had been a couple of weeks since I'd had coffee, and we had a sleepless night with Lola's "bottom" hurting (I think it was constipation).  We were up until 2am with her and then she tossed around in our bed so I never slept.
I had coffee for breakfast and lunch that day.  The house was sparkling and I worked out so hard that I injured my back.  You can laugh at me.
It's kind of like the time I sprained my ankle dancing in the bathroom (You know, I had to watch my moves in the mirror).  I was about 12.
So, caffeine was making me feel incredibly strong and I did burpees, like in fast forward.  And now I'm injured.
I've taken more naps in the past 2 weeks than I have taken in 2 years.  Truly.  I could never nap before.  Coffee made me very efficient, but crazy.
I'm still trying to love tea (decaf of course).  We're getting there.

In other news, this girl had the most traumatic tooth-losing experience.

Poor Claire was enjoying her yogurt/granola while sliding down the back of our plastic play kitchen that was leaning on the stage.  She was on Riley's back (they have such good ideas).  Riley fell and Claire face planted into the floor, yogurt and all.  Loose tooth hit first.
Okay, maybe I shouldn't tell you this part.  Well, I was heaving.  She had to spit all manner of breakfast and blood in the sink while she screamed in horror at the sight of her own blood.  And the tooth was still hanging on.  She still had to pull it out.  The poor girl was trembling and crying.  We put a whole dollar under her pillow that night.  She earned it.