The Struggle is Real
Last night when I went to bed I wanted a good sleep, after yesterday’s serving of White Chocolate Coco Pops I knew that today I would need to be in positive mood to take on the next bowl, I needed a good start to the day and ideally a traffic free trip to work to keep my spirits high.
However, at 2.00am my next door neighbour called me to tell me there was a white van and two people acting suspiciously out the front of our houses near a turned off lamp post (the council makes sure all lamp posts are off by about 11.30pm, when it gets dark and lamp posts are needed). Half naked and slightly confused I opened the window and shouted out to them to try and find out why they were there and if they wanted to rob us (it’s always best to ask first). Turns out they were setting up a traffic counting survey for today but for some reason choose to work in the dark of the night setting up cameras all around the village. These people woke up me, then I woke my 2 year old when shouting out the window. The 2 year old then wouldn’t go back to sleep for about an hour, once I got her back to sleep my 5 year old came in after having a bad dream and about 90 minutes later our 8 year old completed the set of middle of the night wake ups with a bad dream of her own. All in all this was not the start of the day I needed. As I type this now it is nothing short of miraculous that I am still awake and I have probably littered my writing with more typos than usual.
After navigating getting he girls to brush their teeth properly this morning without having a nervous breakdown (but threatening to never ever allow them anything sweet again), I headed to work and prepared for the day ahead. Lunch time came, and I decided that, to put me in good spirits, I should sit in my car and play my banjolele for a bit until I felt mentally ready to tackle another bowl of White Choc Coco Pops. Once I had nailed a Snow Patrol song at a speed akin to high speed dubbing on a cassette I was in a good place so I headed in and poured out my bowl for the day. They are just SO BLAND. I have cereal for lunch most days and my biggest fear is colleagues striking up a conversation in the kitchen downstairs the moment I have poured milk on. I don’t like the taste of soggy cereal, after a while the milk starts washing away the flavour as you get near the end of the bowl. I have on many an occasion completely ignored colleagues and walked past them and up the stairs in silence in a bid to save my cereal, the terrible timing of someone trying to start idle chit chat about goodness knows what the moment my milk is poured on happens alarmingly regularly. It may seem rude but I have cereal to save.
Sadly, White Choc Coco Pops taste like I have been caught by a colleague and chatted for hours about weather or traffic (it’s usually about traffic) after putting the milk on. The big issue is that I wasn’t caught by a colleague these are just dull and bland to start with. This is going to be a tough box to get through, the general consensus online is that I am right and these are all hype no substance.
HOWEVER, I have children and I also have godchildren and both have been given some to try today, after all young people have different tastes. My two eldest daughters both claimed they were really nice, one going as far as using the word ‘delicious’ but crucially you can’t trust their judgement because (as previously stated) both had bad dreams last night and are therefore tired and confused. My Godson is a wonderful character, he knows a good thing when he sees it, despite being raised as an avid Bournemouth fan he decided, having seen Bournemouth get battered by Spurs, to call his guinea pigs ‘Harry’ and ‘Kane’, an act of judgement that shows he has common sense and he said that White Choc Coco Pops “just taste like Rice Krispies”. My God-daughter is one of the cutest little things you could ever meet but I fear her cuteness has given her a judgement imbalance which resulted in her claiming “they are yummy”. Maybe, just maybe she could be right but I will be checking back in with her to see if this feeling lasts. I know I have another bowl waiting for me tomorrow, it’s going to need bravery, strength and perseverance.