…and it’s too late to change course 🤦♀️.
We’ve all had those moments where an idea sounds great up until the moment you put thought into action and realize this is “this is probably a bad idea” but it’s too late to turn back. They don’t happen often, but they when they happen you can’t help but laugh at your stupidity (after thoroughly chastising yourself).
I had one of those moments last night. Some part of my brain knew that what I was about to do was so dumb, but it waited until the point of no return to speak up and disaster occurred 😵.
Here’s what happened: I was making dinner and went to open the jar of green olives to add to the casserole. It was a new jar, and the lid would not budge! I beat on it to break the seal, used grips, beat on it some more – basically trying everything I could to get the lid off. Nothing was working and I was getting very frustrated 😡. So, I thought I would tap the lid on the counter to see if that would help. I turned the jar upside down and about 3 seconds before I brought it down on the counter I thought “maybe I shouldn’t do this 🤔 …” Way to late to stop what was already in motion. Down comes the jar – did I mention it was glass? – and the bottom half breaks off. Why the bottom is beyond me, as it didn’t even touch the counter. Shards go flying while I am holding the top of the jar in my hands and the bottom of it is sitting on the counter with olive juice soaking into the towel I had sitting there (thank the Goddess for that towel otherwise 😬)
Now I’m trying to figure out if I should clean the floor or the counter first all while trying not to overcook my dinner. It was that paralyzing moment when you don’t know what to do and your brain has decided not to participate in problem solving the situation 🙄. After what seemed like an eternity of confusion, my brain finally decided to jump back into action and I started with the floor (turning down the stove in the process so as not to add to the mess), searching far and wide for the shards (and boy did they go far 😳). Next up, the counter – after a quick check on dinner. I swept the remains onto a plate that was nearby, trying to keep the juice from flowing down the counters onto the dishwasher, and watching for loose shards. Just when I think it’s mostly under control, I drip olive juice all over the floor near the trash can because I didn’t keep the plate level 🤬🤬🤬. That was a look up at the sky moment and ask “SERIOUSLY?” (Grey’s Anatomy fans will understand 😁😁).
So now I’ve added to my mess, and I still hadn’t finished the counter cleanup 🤦♀️. At this point I’m questioning all of my life choices and wondering how I haven’t accidently killed myself yet 🤪.
In the end, all was cleaned up and I didn’t even get one scratch on me 🤯.
However, I think I may need adult supervision going forward 😆😆😆.
My Lemons My Lemonade 