Hopeless

Received a spot of news yesterday that I didn’t quite care for. I spent the remainder of my day thinking about it constantly in the back of my mind which led to a very important discovery about myself… I cannot think and walk.

Several mishaps occurred as I made my way through the day culminating in one final event. One of those where you really, really wish the day would just end already.

The news had forced a mighty pressure cooker force onto my brain the more I thought about it (constantly) and I decided to just relax and let Kimono Hubby fend for himself for dinner. Not something I do these days as technically my only job is to make one meal a day and clean a house where we don’t even use half of the rooms. Nonetheless, on this day, it was just not going to happen and I opted for chips and salsa while Kimono Hubby went for the more refined Raisin Bran and a handful of Goldfish.

Before bedtime, I realized that since there was no dinner to speak of, there was no lunch for KH either so I would have to come up with something. Seemed easy enough as he seemed to like the Raisin Bran. I’m sure that would keep well until his lunchtime. Seriously, I decided on the ever quick and easy Greek salad. Slicing and dicing went fine and I mixed all into some Rubbermaid. Add the vinegar red vinegar from Greece that we had shipped over when we moved and cannot be replaced). Set the vinegar down and add some olive oil and the vinegar sees its chance and makes a run for it, right off the counter, smashing onto the marble floor. Did you hear? MARBLE! With me of course in bare feet (a strict no shoes in the house policy), I mopped it up as quickly as possible as it ran further across the floor and soaked the rug. After cleaning up tiny bits of glass from practically everywhere including my leg, I rinsed the marble with cold water as quickly as possible. Too late though and I now need to learn how to resurface marble.

I took the rug into the bathroom rinsed it out and threw it into the washing machine. Only when lifting my head, I smacked it into the dryer.

Back to the kitchen, I finished up lunch with some spices, sealed it and placed it into the lunch box with an apple and in the refrigerator. Not fancy but he won’t starve and he likes it. Moving away from the door, I smacked the back of my head on the freeze. While I let the dryer slide, the freezer didn’t get off so easily and I punched it, leaving a black and blue knuckle under my pinky. He asked for it and I gave it to him.

Finishing with lunch, I wanted to try to mop the floor to make sure all glass and vinegar remnants died so I took the bucket into the shower room to turn on the lower nozzle. Instead I accidentally turned on the shower and hosed my entire backside down. Dripping wet, I managed to open the right nozzle to fill my bucket, mopped the floors and called it a day without further mishap.

Do me a favor. If you have news, wait until the end of my day to tell me next time. Things hurt a hell of a lot less in my dreams.