Conversation with Cereal

So, this morning, I was talking to my junk Reese's Puffs cereal. And by my junk cereal, I mean to imply that it is my only cereal, and that I LOVE it, crave it, thank goodness it's fortified, because otherwise, I might as well eat cardboard with corn syrup on it (fortified cardboard!)

Me and my Reese's puffs were bemoaning that I teach violin in my own home, and we were longing for a day when (1) I didn't have to clean twice a week and (2) there would be fewer distractions in my teaching space. Number two has really been getting to me - we have these giant windows in our living room, where I teach, plus all of our art, our furniture, my husband getting home from work, making tea, forgetting his tea and letting the water boil, etc, etc, etc. But, alas, I have not the money for a second rent for my own studio.

:(

And then, me and my Puffs realized that, holy tamole!, who the heck am I kidding? If I were teaching in a school, or a shop (which is feasible), I would be fighting trombones, percussionists, and (urrrr) vocalists. Now my apartment seems a sweet baby lamb next to the beast of an electric guitar lesson in the next room, with nary but a (haha) fortified cardboard divider between.