Monday, June 1, 2009

Nap Interrupted + Milk Flood = Crabby Me

I was tired today. I was a little crabby. I needed a nap.

Ambria went down for her daily nap
Mariah was resting on the living room floor watching tv
I layed on the couch and closed my eyes, ahhhh, relaxing...

The phone rings
I lay back down
The mailman delivers a package
I lay back down
Jerry walks in the door
Jerry's friend comes over
Jerry and Jerry's friend leave
I lay back down
I hear a car door--it is Jerry's dad, he rings the doorbell
(luckily Ambria didn't wake up)
He comes in and sits on the couch to visit
I lay back down, a little bit more crabby
I really didn't get to sleep

After all this, I went to pick up a few groceries, and Ambria proceeds to accidentally knock a gallon of milk out of the van when we get home, it hits the garage floor, breaks wide open, and spills everywhere. Nice. (note: my OCD with smell--the garage reeks of milk, fresh milk mind you, even after I sprayed the garage down, but I'm sure it will be spoiled tomorrow--extra nice).

Still crabby.

I am going to bed.


Marcia said...

you made me smile. sorry.

Elizabeth said...

I hate the smell of milk too, fresh or spoiled!

Jen Wags said...

haha... Thank God that Spilled milk causes you to have a bad day now... :)

miss you!

Linda said...

Don't cry (or get crabby in this case) over spilled milk. Didn't your mom ever teach you that?

I miss you too!