There were three cereal boxes on the counter. And a bag of bagels. On the counter. Like, not put away in the pantry. They wouldn't fit. So we stacked them in front of the kitchen aid. WE STACKED THEM IN FRONT OF THE KITCHEN AID LIKE WE WERE SOME KIND OF LAZY BUMS WHO DON'T ORGANIZE THEIR HOUSE. I lost it. Literally, lost my shit. Those damn cereal boxes needed to be in the pantry. Like we were civilized people who don't store their food on the counter. Those boxes were coming to get me. They were smoothering me. Taking over my kitchen, taking up space, spreading out, until we no longer realized they were there and we lived every day accepting the mess because we now had no time to clean it up. Those boxes were a cancer on our lives and I needed them GONE. This isn't the type of thing that normally bothers me. I mean, I try to aim for a de-cluttered house, but I can usually deal with it. Last year, in the first year of starting my own business, I'...