This was how my day started. One can only hope it goes up from here.
I busted out my LAST 2 packets of maple and brown sugar oat meal. Poured them in a bowl. Opened the cabinet to grab a glass to pour some OJ.
Literally as soon as this door opened, a glass careened down from the top shelf.
Like, it must have been on the edge and only staying up because the door was closed.
So that shit tumbles out and lands on my Ikea bowl. I didn’t look too closely but i think the glass is OK (It’s a serious piece of glass, heavy). The bowl cracked/broke in 2 places and there are pieces of porcelain or whatever material ALL OVER my kitchen. Dry oatmeal all over the counter, stove and floor.
FUCK
So I clean this up. I think I have all the porcelain. Start over. New bowl. New packets of oatmeal (this time going for the regular flavor since that’s all I had left). Grabbed a new glass just in case the other one is broken. This time nothing falls out of the cabinet. Score.
So I cook the oatmeal, pour a glass of OJ. I have the milk out too, which I intend to pour into my oatmeal. I go to pour milk in the oatmeal, but instead pour the ORANGE JUICE. So now I have a glass of OJ and a bowl of oatmeal and orange juice.
FUCK
So i put everything away. Dump the oatmeal. Move the poured glass of OJ over to where I will be eating my meal. This part is OK and cannot risk being messed up. Grab yet another bowl and start over. This time with Cheerios. I can’t be wasting 2 more packets of oat meal – that shit is expensive. Grab the milk. Pour it. Go to put it back. Step in a piece of porcelain. Small cut to my heel.
FUCK
Whatever, I’m hungry. Bring my cereal over to the desk and enjoy my 3rd attempt at breakfast.