Queen of domestic ungodliness

Yesterday, several long hours of studying for exams, I decided to take a break. Husband had just left for the airport (some work thingy up north), kiddo tucked lovingly into bed, and the dog in from her last potty break.

But, I guess relaxation is was not in the cards and I got to tidying up. Watering the flowers, washing the dishes, vacuuming the floors, and getting a head start on today's lunch.

2 hours later, lunch was burnt, kiddo was wide awake there was a pile of towels on the kitchen floor, a giant bruise on my arse a swollen ankle and a fried TV.

How you ask?

I had popped my ear phones in and filled up the watering can. Then I turned on the oven and ran the water for the dishes. Thinking it would only take a second to run into my bedroom and water the plants in there, I left the water running, but the nasty plant while I hanging above the television in my bedroom decided to overflow, sending water down into my TV. By the time I got back to the kitchen the sink was running too long and the floor was wet.

So, I grabbed a handful of towels from the closet and tossed them on the floor, the same exact second the fire alarm began to sound. Causing the dog to start barking which wokr up kiddo. Frustrated, I decided to return the vacuum to the laundry room, but I tripped on the cord and fell down the stairs.

There you have it. Queen of household chores, I am not.