No Milk Days

I don't know what it is about running out of milk that makes me feel like a bad person. I love having cereal for breakfast in the morning. I look forward to it. I don't really do hot breakfasts, well maybe once in awhile. I quite literally think about a bowl of cereal with cold, splashing milk. Then every once in awhile, I get up to find~no milk. Those no milk days are just down right depressing for me. I beat myself up all day by dreaming of the bowl of cereal with milk that I didn't eat. One day in the last week, I discovered in the afternoon that we were almost out of milk. I am usually really good about milk monitoring, but this time I just missed it. I was really tired, and I still needed to take the sister I visit teach to her doctor's appointment. The appointment was about 20 mins. away and when the sister didn't get in the car until twenty minutes after the hour and the appointment was in 10 mins., I knew we were in trouble. It ended up being a bust because she was so late that the doctor didn't have time to do what was planned. Yet, we were at the clinic for an hour and a half. Then Benjamin fell asleep on the drive back from the doctor's office. I dropped off the sister and swung back in the opposite direction from the house to hit the store for the milk. I bought some salmon to cook for dinner while I was there and finally arrived home completely exhausted. Yet, in the exhaustion, I was greatly pleased in knowing the next morning, I would not wake up to a no milk day.