Here's how today went, over here... Via text convo with our oldest at some point this afternoon:
Am I the only one who can start with sweeping and end up with a freshly scrubbed kitchen, a bandaged hand, and shopping online for a new olive oil dispenser? That glass was SO sharp, and it definitely seemed like a bad time to... not have secure footing.
Suddenly I was hearing that old Blondie song in my head ONE DAY. OR THE OTHER. I'M GONNA GET YA. I'M GONNA GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA, ONE DAY -
(Also huge wail about the fact that I've had that beautiful oil bottle for like 20 YEARS).