The year is seven days old.
When I look back on the day, the thing that I remember most clearly is a frustrating moment. Actually it was two frustrating moments. It’s unfortunate, but it’s the truth.
I was cleaning the bathrooms upstairs and using a spray bottle of cleaner for the top of the vanities. Half way through the second bathroom, I managed to drop the bottle and the spray nozzle broke off.
Okay, so that bites, but I know that I have an empty spray bottle downstairs. Problem solved.
Now I’m thinking I’m a rockstar for not only solving my problem but recycling a bottle that would have gone unused. Bathroom cleaner and environmentally conscious goddess extraordinaire. This was going to be a great year.
Only it happened again. As I’m clean the bathtub I mange to bump the bottle off of the side of the tub.
This time I didn’t say damn. It was more like motherf#%&@.
Maybe this wasn’t going to be such an awesome year.