3 o’clock wall

it’s 3:12 pm and once again, i have hit my wall. this happens every day. same time. day in. day out. “the afternoon lull,” as some people call it. and for me, it means that i am in dire need of caffeine.

at first i thought it was an addiction. something that i should consider kicking the habit of, or giving up for lent. but when paul and i discussed what we were going to give up for lent, he told me, “for the sake of all of us, i don’t think you should give up coffee.”

it should be noted that paul and i each chose something to “give up” for lent and have since given up on giving up those things.

starbucks has been good to me. and i’m a fan. my triple grande, nonfat, no whip, white chocolate mocha is a tasty treat that i always have to fall back on. they’re even expanding their repetoire with new breakfast items. but i am finding the charm of local coffee houses and eateries here in good ol’ nap-town, and in doing so, i have stumbled upon bb bistro here in west annapolis.

being that paul is in the navy, and the navy dictates where we live, paul and i have made it a point to really scope out all areas of a new city before committing to a desired location. when we were in jacksonville, this meant contacting old navy friends to inquire about surrounding areas, and eventually settling in to a quaint historic district within jacksonville.

ah, riverside… the hippies, the homeless, the parks, the bars, the folio. and of course, the coffee. cool moose cafe made my life during jackson’s first few months. back then, it wasn’t a 3 o’clock wall that i would hit each day. the wall was in my face all day long and unrelenting.

needless to say, i have been in search here in annapolis. in search of a place to call my own as i wander about in “no (wo)man’s land,” still unaware of my surroundings and looking for a good cup of joe (possibly a scrumptious snack to go with), i find bb bistro. a shiny beacon of hope, reviving me to get through the rest of my day, one iced vanilla latte at a time.

gotta throw jackson in the stroller and run… they close at 4.

0 Responses to 3 o’clock wall

  • Mommy Melee says:

    One of my best friends is a Navy Jag. (I have no idea if I’m spelling that right.) He’s stationed in San Diego now, or outside of there?

    I can’t imagine being a military wife! I hate moving.

    Jackson is one of my favorite boy names.

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