I’m happy for the day to end now.
And, surely, I’ve had my three “bad things come in threes”.
I was trying to be helpful and get the limes that Grumpy needed for dinner. The ones up the other end of the house, under the pram where, in my distressed state earlier, I had left them. I was being helpful despite running close to late for gymnastics. I was being helpful despite Karma
As you haven’t written since then, did you survive the day or slash your wrists with said broken champagne glass?
What a nightmare.
Ah, no – still playing catch up. I lost a week.
No … the very next morning, Monkey Boy smashed one of my good glasses! One of my faves.
That was when I slashed my wrists 😀
*ouch*! 🙁
I wanted to say though that that is one of the best blog post titles ever. Love it!