Caught Sneaking Cereal

I caught myself sneaking into the kitchen last night around midnight, craving a bowl of cereal. The kids were asleep in their rooms and my husband was snoring away next to me. I stood there staring at the open fridge for what felt like hours before finally grabbing a box of Frosted Flakes. As I poured milk into the bowl, I wondered why it had suddenly become okay to eat breakfast food at night. Is it stress eating? Childhood nostalgia? Or just sheer boredom? Either way, I didn't tell anyone about this midnight snack session and decided to chalk it up to being too tired for self-control.