Just one disaster away from total annihilation

Have you ever had just one of those days?
I'm having one of those weekends! And I feel so dumb that I just have to share!

Yesterday I made a batch of cookie dough with the Littlest Cowboy. He and I baked one pan and then his Mom came home and I had to go pick up my truck from the shop.
So I did.
And while I was out I remembered I needed to buy some wrapping paper to wrap a Wedding present.
So I stopped and shopped a few minutes, bought the paper and a card and came home.
When I came through the front door, heavy smoke was billowing around the room!
My Hubby was standing in the kitchen holding a cookie sheet full of crispy Chocolate Chips cookies! I had forgotten that I popped one more pan of dough into the oven! I still don't remember doing it!

STRIKE ONE!

So I went to the Wedding last night and had a wonderful time. I drank a bit too much and danced holes in my boots. When I got home, I managed to take some aspirin and fall asleep- no hangover this morning, but I was a bit tired.
But being the 'acheiver' that I am, I still wanted to paint the trim in the extra bedroom. It was cold here today, but I didn't want to get paint on my sweatshirt- even though I am an excellent painter and hardly ever spill paint.
So up the ladder I go, holding the small new can of white paint and my small brush.
I HAD taken off my sweatshirt- but I HAD NOT put down a drop cloth.
I HAD left my UGG boots on, but I HAD NOT taped the trim off entirely.
When I got to the end of the line of trim I was working on the small bits of blue tape were askew. I was trying to adjust the blue tape while balancing the can and the brush, and tilting my head UP- unfortunately I tipped the can of new white paint DOWN. I realized what I had done as the smooth paint slid down my arm -into my armpit- and across my right boob- and onto the stepladder- onto the right UGG boot and then onto the freshly cleaned carpet ( you know- the one with NO drop cloth)!

Holy Mackerel!
Have you ever been just so 'f** ed that you didn't know just which way to go?
If I stepped off the ladder I would drip paint on the rest of the rug. If I didn't move, I was going to 'set up' and the paint would never come out. There was no one home but me- so rescue was not an option.
So I took off my tank top, wrapped it around my UGG- walked on my heels to the bathroom and stepped into the tub. At least there I was able to wash everything off. Even the boot.
I'm happy to report that it didn't ruin (entirely) the boot.
Then I had to take the rug cleaner out, fill it with solution and clean the rug of paint before it 'set up'. THEN I could go wash out the rest of the clothes and wipe the ladder.

STRIKE TWO!

I decided that I didn't want to paint any more today.
And I also decided that after two disasters I had just better not ride the colt today. I was just one disaster away from total annihilation! The Third Strike usually means you are O.U.T!

I'll try again in a few days. Meanwhile I think it might be time for a nap!