irritated.

It must be Murphy's Law appreciation week. Guess my calendar manufacturer forgot to include that important memo.

Honestly, I don't know what else could go wrong if I tried. Thankfully, nothing painfully disastrous has happened yet (knock on wood), but I have had some doozies this week.

Monday started off with me dropping my contact case right into the toilet. Not a wonderful start to the day. Some stupid part of me thought it would be okay to wear ankle socks with boots. I now have the raw scratch marks from them rubbing all day long.

Today, I have not only managed to spill yeast all over my pantry (think little tiny beads all over), but I have also managed to soak my couch in pumped milk. I was trying to multi-task and apparently get a big fat F in that area. It was full and the trusty little pump that it is kept going, spewing milk all over. Amazing.

I had the DVR set to record an episode of Judge Judy (go on and laugh) because..get this, I knew someone on there. Jimmy deleted it because he thought it was some sort of mistake.

And some devil child came and replaced my own last night and 45 minutes of crying and mama torture ensued. Thankfully, that devil has since returned my own child and hasn't shown up again.

I also am not impressed with the 2349238 mph winds and the attitudes of complete strangers who believe they must know my baby better than me.

What a Debbie Downer.