my poor oatmeal :(

okay so like ive always had a weird relationship with oatmeal, to me ive never seemed to get it right, like i just end up not putting enough milk or enough water or enough oatmeal, i always had a thing that kept me from making it like i wasnt scared i guess i can say i was a bit intimidated. my mom always made oatmeal for us but i really didnt care for it then. i regret it because its sooo good for u! but anyways damn it i rose to da challenge and made me some oatmeal at midnight, i was so proud because it came out perfect! drizzled some of dat honey hon hon and threw in some raisins, it was Krayzins! okay so it was all great, i had made enough to last me till morning and so i left it all ready to go out on the table in its little bowl so that i could just eat it before i left for schoool. it was going to be a perfect morning UNTILLLLL i walk into the kitchen and dont see it and then i look in the sink and its empty and im LIKEEEE OHHHH NOOOOOOO WHERE'S MY OATMEALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL??!!! I asked our maid, where the heck is it and she was like i threw it away, dont tell me it was yours. i was like soooooo mad i just walked to my room to try to cool my jets and not get crazy. so i took a deep breath went back into the kitchen and told the maid it was okay and that she just owed me some more oatmeal. okay, take care of ur oatmeal folks, put it back into the fridge or something so no hoodrat messes with it and throws it out!!