Its Sunday morning.
The bathroom renovations are still underway. (unforeseen plumbing problem, unforeseen ceramic tile problem, me accidentally losing 2 hammers and my sanity)
The bulb in my 53" rear screen projection TV went out on Friday.
Kiddo accidentally bumped into a rather large potted plant sending it crashing to the floor, spilling its dirt all over the carpet the same day that my central vac hose refuses to suck.
I walk into the kitchen, husband is cooking a wonderful breakfast (sweet potato wedges, eggs, sausage and toast) and there is kiddo, sitting at the table scooping giant spoonfuls of jam onto her plant.
She has found my hidden jar of breakfast sanity; also known as sweet cherry jam, and is removing all the jam to get the full cherries for herself. She sees me and begins scooping the jam back into the bottle.
Is it too early to open a bottle of wine?