It wasn’t anything big. I shouldn’t be complaining, really. Just a series of unfortunate events that add up to a Bad Day.
While I was getting spoons out of the dish drainer (worse substitute for a dishwasher EVER), I knocked a bowl onto the ground. It shattered. Now, we only have one grown-up bowl. I’ve broken the rest. I think I need a trip to IKEA.
Then, I turned on the stove to make lunch. I was busy getting ready to take Maxton to school (which I was in a time crunch for, having spent the morning organizing and doing school and getting things ready for the craft I was in charge of for his class party), so I didn’t stay in the same room as the pot. I was in and out, but not in there the whole time.
I notice a strange smell. I don’t think much of it. A few minutes later, I check to see if the water is boiling. It is not. But the burner behind the pot of tepid water is on. Sitting on top of the burner is a pyrex type bowl and a empty milk jug. I’m sure you see where I’m going with this. The milk jug is smoking. Now, you might wonder why an empty jug is sitting in a bowl on my cook top. I wonder too. That’s about all I’m going to say about that or David might decide I don’t really need the new dress I just bought for the cruise we are going on in March.
I turn off the burner. I flip on the vent fan. I carefully move the smoking jug and the bowl to the center of the flat top range. I’m thankful the jug is in the bowl and not melted all over the burners. I move it over and step back for a second, wondering what to do next, when the bowl explodes, sending hot glass skittering around the kitchen. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but it scared the *bleep* out of me.
I have learned my lesson and I will not be leaving the room with the stove on ever again. I’ve been punished, because it smells like burnt plastic and it’s sure to give me a migraine.
I am staying away from any glassware for the rest of the day. I should have stayed away from Hyrum’s fingers, because I shut them in the door when I picked them up from school today and didn’t notice him screaming until I went around the car and got into my seat. It is not my day.
I had a great time at Maxton’s class party. Over all I’ve felt pretty good.
That was, until my period started.