Dude.
What is it with this past week? I have had random and what I would deem uncalled for, possibly atrocious BAD luck as of late. I like a
gripe fest every once in a while. No doubt. Remarkably I'm in quite the good mood despite it all. Let's just create a running tally, shall we?
-forgot to plug in my crock pot on Wednesday (however I DID remember to turn it on high. Really, Chelsea? Really? Please be picturing Seth Meyer right now).
-Slammed myself in the nose doing a squat snatch. Honestly that sort of stunned me. I think I might have been shock because I started praying out loud at crossfit that it wasn't broken. Oh yes, we had a bleeder. Fortunately it was because it was split and not actually broken; but really isn't that sort of splitting hairs? Right now I have a swollen nose that might rival my pregnancy nasal bloat of 2007. The Official low point of the week was sitting on my couch with a pack of peas on my nose moaning over:
-Complete DVR meltdown. The box just stopped working during...wait for it...the world broadcast premier of Twilight on FX. Comcast, I absolutely WILL remember that.
-The front strap (see: esseential for holding up the ever-dwindling girls) of my favorite "go-to" bra actually ripped in half. I was left with two cups covering my shoulder blades, a frown, and snickering hubby.
-Harper's public poop blowout & her total refusal to participate in family pictures.
-Two, count em two, trips to the grocery store sans my much needed list. I forgot milk twice. What that may say about my mental state I'm not sure. Read: uncomfortable speculating on that subject.
-Star of the Week cookie nightmare: three unsuccessful batches later. Oh, poor pea actually said: "I think you are frustrated Momi." Sure was, little lady.
-During a total parental give-in I learned that Pea knows how to post pictures of herself on my Facebook; I don't know whether to be seriously impressed or horrified.
Things can always be worse. Always.
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