I do my laundry on Sunday with no variation except possibly starting a load the night before. Last weekend, I started a load at about 10:30 PM on Saturday and decided to put it in the dryer on Sunday. That came back to bite me on Sunday morning.

I went to the laundry room to put in Sunday's first load and heard water running from somewhere. After a bit of investigation, The Hubs determined that the 'splitter' (don't know what it's really called, but it turns one spigot into two) cracked and water had probably been running since the night before. Oops. That's what I get for getting a head start on my laundry.

The Hubs had planned for a relaxing day, and it was off to a bad start.

We moved the washer and found a nice little swimmin' pool back there. After throwing a few towels down to soak up the water, The Hubs headed for the hardware store to replace the cracked splitter. All-in-all it was time consuming, but a fairly easy fix. The Hubs returned to his relaxation and treated himself to a nice big cup of hot chocolate and a movie on the big screen in the living room.

About five minutes into his relaxation, I hear "[swear word after swear word]". He'd somehow knocked that nice BIG cup of hot chocolate all over our off-white carpet. Normally, I'd be on all fours cleaning the mess but I was having a bit of a time myself with a work project and was already having a bad day. Eventually The Hubs figured out that there was no cleaning that chocolaty mess without a carpet cleaner, so off he went again to the store to pick up a carpet cleaner.

The carpet cleaner did the trick, and I wished I had time to do all the carpets while we had it, but I was still knee-deep into a super frustrating project and could see no end in sight. The Hubs returned the carpet cleaner after only using it for about 10 minutes.

One more try at relaxing for The Hubs. This time he put a lid on his hot chocolate after making a new batch. It's a good thing, because he knocked it over again. This time it was MY fault. I'd gone beyond my frustration threshold and went into The Hubs's 'cone of relaxation' to get a cuddle. That's when he knocked over his hot chocolate again. He'd removed his headphones so he could listen to me, and set them right next to the hot chocolate, knocking it over again. He was thankful for the lid, because it kept the spillage to a minimum and was able to clean it up fairly easily.

On to Monday. Yay! It's house-cleaner day! Nice clean wood floors (OK, they're always clean, but I have a false sense of 'even more clean' when it's house-cleaner day.) Not long after The Hubs got home from work, I poured myself a 32 ounce glass of sugar-free cherry kool-aid. Guess what? I knocked it over. The whole 32 ounces of red koolaid all over my clean floor. It covered a four-foot radius, splashing up and under the furniture in the splash zone. It was a MESS.

Normally I have fresca at night, which is colorless, so I was glad that I'd switched it up so I could at least see where all the koolaid went. 32 ounces goes a long way, especially when the plastic glass bounces.

So yeah. We need sippy cups. And maybe better eye-hand coordination.