Cheerio!

Have you ever been in the middle of reading a book and put it down somewhere and forgotten about it and then wandered around your house for a couple days feeling vaguely uneasy like, "I swear I was DOING something, what was it.." and then you remember, HEY! That book! And you go find it and finish it and feel better? (I'm not going to be embarrassed when you read this and think to yourself, "Um. No. That's just you.")

I've been feeling like that this week. Like there was something missing and I couldn't put my finger on it. It was driving me crazy because I wasn't in the middle of any books, I have a multitude of projects that I'm working on, but it wasn't any of those, and I just didn't know.

Then, the other night, I watched some Seinfeld (pumping + feeding my child = lots of time on the couch watching movies/tv shows on DVD). And then it hit me.

Cereal.

I hadn't had a bowl of cereal in WEEKS. And, you have to understand, I could live off of cereal. And I'm not being dramatic. While I was pregnant 3 bowls of cereal was pretty standard breakfast fare. And it often ended up being lunch fare as well. And then I had to force myself to eat something else for dinner just so I wouldn't end up having cereal for all 3 meals. It was much the same pre-pregnancy (2 bowls instead of 3 though). The lack of cereal in my life was making me feel off and a little uneasy.

So tonight after putting Wes and Aaron down (ok, Aaron put his own self down, but you know) for the night, I went to the grocery store and bought 5 glorious boxes of cereal and a gallon of milk. And then I had a bowl. And all is now right with the world.

I believe in the power of cereal. Amen.