Living At Wit's End

If you’ve read some of my past posts you know I love books! All books! I love how they feel and smell! I love words and writings; it doesn’t matter if the book is a real book or on a nook or kindle or and audio book anything to do with the written word I love! So here is the problem with my obsession with books, most of the time I get them start reading them and don't finish them. Or, I buy the book with every intention of reading it after I read whatever book I happen to be reading/listening to at the time. However, it ends up on a shelf somewhere or my overflowing nightstand only to be forgotten about until I unearth it in one of my angry declutter moments! There are a few books I’ve tried to read several times, but for one reason or another, I just can’t get into it. One book, in particular, freaks me out every time I try to read it. Then there is a book that my dear friend Megan recommended, I mean highly recommended that I read. She loves it so much she reads it EVER...

I come from cereal eating people!   My brother lived for Fruity Pebbles.   My siblings would fight to the death for the last drop of milk and/or the last crumb of cereal in the box.   They are all still avid cereal eaters! I married a man that thinks cereal is a major food group.   He eats it in a big bowl, slurping every milk drenched bite, until it’s gone.   He also gulps it dry from a cup, for a snack.   In his younger years he would awaken in the middle of the night, decide he was hungry and go have a bowl of cereal.   (I can’t eat ANYTHING in the middle of the night, let alone cereal.) My kids love cereal!   I don’t allow sugar laden cereals in our home, and I don’t allow putting sugar on cereal, as I once did as a kid.   Still my kids eat bowls and bowls of cereal, dripping with milk.   Or, they eat it dry for a snack or they often beg me to make my homemade “Floor Sweepings” with it.   (Floor Sweepings – any form of trail m...