I guess you can’t name your blog, “Milk in the Closet” and not explain why. 

It all started when I was a young girl.  You see, I had this thing about wanting to eat in my room.  My mother had this thing about me not eating in my room.

One day, I was hungry for cereal and, of course, wanted to eat in my bedroom.  I proceeded to take the box of Cheerios, a bowl, a spoon, and an entire gallon of milk to my room.  I poured the cereal into the bowl and was about to open the gallon of milk when I heard my mom coming down the hall.  Knowing I would get in serious trouble if caught, I did what any scared child would do. 

I stashed everything in my closet. 

Everything. 

Yes, even the milk.

And then I forgot about it. 

I would continue the rest of this tragic story, but it seems I have blocked the rest out of my memory.  I just remember smelly milk smell coming from my closet, an angry mother, and my dad helping me clean out the closet.  The rest is a blur.

So, why name my blog after this sad but funny story?  I don’t know.  I woke up at 2 o’clock in the morning with the idea.  Call it Divine inspiration. 

Milk in the Closet – a blog about faith, parenthood, and whatever else pops into my head.

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