I’m doing that thing again where I refuse to buy cereal because we’ve had this giant Sam’s Club sized box of instant oatmeal in the pantry for, like, 3 months now and I. Want. It. Gone.
I’m told that there are people in this world that enjoy oatmeal and happily eat it but my children and I are not those people.
Why’d you buy 52 packs of oatmeal, Amanda, if you guys don’t eat oatmeal?
I don’t know, y’all. I black out in Sam’s the second I start thinking about getting a slice of pizza and I don’t even realize I have the oatmeal until I’m already out the door and flinging boxes into the Jeep.
No, this isn’t the first time we’ve ended up with the oatmeal.1