Today was one of those days. Do you ever have one of those days? One of those days where you just think, will I ever get it right? One of those days where you think, the day isn’t done yet, what else can go wrong?
I had four notable fails today. Luckily, none of them was significant enough to cause injury to anything but my sanity.
FAIL #1: The day began, as always, with a cup of hot brewed coffee from my beloved Keurig coffee maker. I put my K-cup in, hit the brew button, and set about making my breakfast. When I went to get my coffee… what the? … IT WASN’T THERE. After ruling out the possibility that a garden gnome had snuck into the kitchen and swiped my coffee, I discovered that I had forgotten to place a mug under the machine, and my coffee had brewed straight into the drip catcher. Thankfully (and I bet not coincidentally), the drip catcher is just big enough to hold an entire cup of coffee. (It should also be noted that the Keurig was intended to solve my not infrequent coffee fail issues.)
FAIL #2: I decided to make a crock-pot shredded pork meal for dinner. The crock pot has a freakishly short cord, so I have to push my kitchen table against the wall in order to plug the crock pot in. The crock pot has an insert that pops out for easy clean-up. I decided it would be a brilliant idea to bring the insert over to the countertop to put the food in it, so any drips would be on the counter and not on the kitchen table. So I put the insert on the kitchen counter, got the pork out of the fridge, walked over to the kitchen table, and dumped the pork straight into the insert-less crock pot. Double doh. It leaked right through the pot all over the table, then as I carried the whole thing to the counter, it dripped all across the kitchen floor. So much for my master plan of confining any stray drips to the countertop!!!
FAIL #3: I gave myself a pedicure (bright red!) then about five minutes later decided it was a good time to put my socks and tennis shoes on and go for a run. When I got back and my socks were stuck to my toes, I remembered the pedicure. Clearly I need to not paint my toenails in the morning before work — or before running. Sigh.
FAIL #4: And finally, my final fail of the day (err, so far?). At dinner, my son asked if he could have more milk. I gave it to him.
Yep. Poured the milk right into his bowl of peas.
It was that kind of day.