As I lay in bed asleep I hear a loud noise that suddenly fades away and is replaced with faint sounds of someone calling my name, that is soon replaced a loud screaming of my name. I realize I was asleep and the person calling my name is my two-year-old son that is suppose to be asleep in his room. I grab for my phone to glance at the time, it is 3:48 a.m. He has awaken for a cup of warm milk. I make my way across the cold wood floors to the cold tiles in the kitchen. Beep Beep Beep I hear the sound of the microwave, the milk is ready, poor into bottle and make my way to his room. Before he takes his first sip, I am on my way back to my warm room. I ease back into the sheets, rest my head on the pillow, close my eyes and realize…This is My Burnt Toast.
My Burnt Toast are the every day occurrences and life experiences that are not always the most pleasant and sometimes unexpected. Just like real burnt toast, when it happens the way you react to it ultimately determines the overall experience and impact it has on your life.
Welcome to my blog, My Burnt Toast. I hope that sharing my experiences with you will enrich your life in some way as the experiences of others have helped to guide me.