Monday, April 19, 2010
All I Can Do
I have those days - or weeks - where I have somehow forgotten how to function as a normal human being. For instance, I just spent the last 15 minutes on my hands and knees under my desk chair detangling my headphone cord from around my chair...you'd think a person should be able to do that without much difficulty. Yeah no.
Last week I was gorging myself on Nutella and crackers at the computer (while watching Netflix of course) and dropped half a Nutella covered cracker on the floor. 30 minutes later, I was still perplexed as to where that cracker had landed. The next day, Mark discovered it in the sub woofer - how I managed to get it in there I'll never know.
Or this weekend when I got the bright idea to save myself some dish washing work and use paper plates for our breakfasts...syrup and paper plates don't mix...I know this...and yet there I was dumping syrup all over my mail, bible, and the floor. While cleaning that up, I notice Corbin is in one of my cabinets - the cabinet that has the coffee pot in it...the cabinet I know he shouldn't be in...but the light doesn't kick on in my head and he proceeds to shatter the coffee carafe all over the floor.
Let's not mention that the "waffles" I made were horrible. Our waffle iron was left in the car from Mark's waffle fundraiser and since it was raining (and I didn't want to either A.) get wet or B.) get dressed) I decided to use our "sandwich maker" and whip up some waffles, uh yeah don't do that. I knew that it was a bad idea...and there I was making my 3 inch thick waffles. Yuck.
It's weeks like this that I spend hours making chicken stock from scratch and forget to put it in the fridge at the end of the night.
Or roast my chicken upside down.
Or wake up to find my PJs both inside out and backwards.
And when I do all of these things in the span of a week - all I can do is laugh! And hope the fog lifts before I start putting the milk in the pantry or my keys in the fridge.