Instant Gratification

I eat oatmeal for breakfast on most days.  Instant oatmeal.  Maple and brown sugar instant oatmeal.  But not today.  I'm out of maple and brown sugar instant oatmeal.  This left only one logical choice - maple and brown sugar instant Cream of Wheat.  As I stirred my Cream of Wheat, I thought, "I really like oatmeal better.  Too bad we don't have any."  Now kids, we do have oatmeal.  Real oatmeal.  Regular Quaker in the round can oatmeal.  It NEVER OCCURED to me to make that.  What does it say about me that if it doesn't say "instant" on the box, it doesn't even register with me?

Speaking of crazy dreams...I had a dream last night that I'd lost The Bubbie.  I HATE dreams like that.  I've never been attached to someone in quite this way and those dreams leave me feeling the funk all day long.  This dream was especially strange though.  I had left The Bubbie in the nursery at church.  When I came back, he was a cut out from a transparency.  Clear.  And the nursery woman dropped him into a pile of clear transparency cutouts.  WHAT!  So I dug and sifted, sifted and dug.  I couldn't find The Bubbie.  The Sister started telling me that it was okay; I could cut out a new one.  NO!  And The Husband told me not to worry, we'd find him after lunch.  NO!  I woke up before I found him.  Not a good feeling.  Then, as if on cue, he started chatting in his crib.  Whew!