They Won't All Be This Way

Some days are just bad.  Not life-altering bad, but more of I'd like a re-do please, bad.  Today was that day.

I've had poop on me twice today.  One of them was my own kid, but the other was someone else's kid.  I suppose it comes with the territory, but I hate poop.  Just gross.  I feel the need to shower myself clean just talking about that part of my day.

I burned my mouth/tongue/teeth this morning.  I enjoy hot drinks.  I always order coffee "extra hot," as I become greatly bothered when I pay over $4.00 for a drink that's only lukewarm.  If I pay that much for a beverage, I'd like it to last more than 4 minutes.  Anyway, back to my story.  The mug I was drinking from this morning has a little air hole so when you are drinking from the mug, the liquid flows out nicely.  Well apparently my little air hole was plugged.  And I knew my tea would be hot (I poured boiling water in myself), but I was just going for a sip.  You know, the Is it still too hot to drink, or can I start sipping so it lasts a little longer sip.  And GUSH!  It came pouring into my mouth.  In a flash of WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY MOUTH?? I grabbed a used glass off the counter and starting gulping cold water. Oh, one other detail - I was at someone else's house.

I saved my tea so it could get nice and cool - as I have NEVER burned my mouth like this and I still can't eat or drink appropriately.  But I didn't want to waste the tea.  So as I was heading home, I placed my mug on top of the car so I could buckle Justice in the back seat (you see where this is going...).  Yeah, I forgot about it, and pulled away.  I heard it thump across my hood about the same time I saw tea streaming down my back window.  Lovely.  I stopped to pick it up off the side of the road... in pieces.  Perfect.  

I still chose to attend a playgroup this afternoon.  I mean, I tried to take a nap while Justice was napping (The world needed me to sleep a little longer), but I was awoken not once - but twice - by a co-worker.  If napping wasn't in the plans, then I would clean.  So I snuck quietly into Justice's room to lovingly place a warm blanket on her little toes.  And she sat STRAIGHT up.  Deep breath.  And off to playgroup :)

I had a little time at home before needing to leave for work.  Eric is gone tonight, (chef-of-the-home), so I peeled, chopped, sauteed, spiced - and poured it into the crock pot.  I knew I was pushing Justice's dinner time a bit (as I also had to go pick her up from the sitters... once again, something Eric usually does).  But soup would be ready as we walked through the door - can't get much easier than that, right?

Wrong.  I turned the crock pot on "warm" instead of ANY other setting that would have cooked my food.  So the squash was still hard, uncooked, and the whole pot is, well, warm.

I talked to Eric as I was driving home from work and he said, "I wish I could eat it with you."  And to that I say, "No worries, friend. You can.  It's slated to be done at 10."