Why don't I drink coffee?

Well it's officially 5 a.m.. After tossing and turning until 1:30, waking up at 3:30 when I was half asleep "installing windows" and finally at 4 I rose from the dreadful bed. I can't sleep b/c my stupid mind will not shut off. I've got a gazillion things running through my head including; how are we going to be ready to move in 3 weeks? where are we going to live while we finish our house? what should we tackle at the house? should I go to the hospital to get medication for this god awful sore throat/swollen glands that make it incredibly painful to swallow? How am I going to survive tomorrow? and of course why don't I drink coffee? Since motherhood has become a little stressful these past few weeks I think I'm going to learn to like coffee. I figured out how to like beer in college so I can make this work. While all of this is going on I keep thinking "why did I have to visit my sister and swim in the bacteria bath of a swimming pool down there?" (no offense Amber). I just should have stayed at home and worked on the house. But instead I took a vacation and have landed a nasty infection, a terribly sick toddler, resulting in a impatient momma. Sorry, that's my 5 a.m. WHINE. I usually don't have anything worth whining about but I think the lack of sleep has made me reach out for sympathy (while my husband is lying in bed sawing logs).

Good Morning and Good Day! I will try to follow up with something a little more enthusiastic later.

Yes my son is drinking the nasty community pool water. (which resulted in an eye infection,
cold, cough, fever and god knows what else?). That'll teach him. And for those of you wondering, no I did not drink the water, just made the mistake of entering it. (shutter).