I miss my rituals. My morning coffee, my evening wine, snacking while watching DVR'ed shows. Habits are tough to break. Because mornings are so very go-go-go in getting the Nuggets dressed, fed and out the door, I love coming back home to start my day with a fresh pot of coffee (my limit is always 2 cups and I'm totally happy) and my breakfast. Since I'm not doing coffee, I need to consciously switch it out w/tea or something of that sort. My breakfasts are now a nice little ritual of making my oatmeal. Everyday, I measure out the oats, almond milk, cut up half the banana into the little pot, put the dash of nutmeg, cinnamon and vanilla extract and have that simmering and filling the downstairs w/a cozy aroma. But I miss coffee. In the evenings, from 5:30-8, it's the routine of getting the kiddos fed, play, bath, pajamas, read books, nigh-nigh and then melt onto the couch. By the time I can just 'be', I'm beat and I want my evening wine. I've now...