i did not wake up late (as in twenty minutes before i needed to leave for work). i had not slacked sunday night and not packed lunches or backpacks. i did not go to get boy's clothes out of the dryer to realize that i didn't put them in the dryer last night so he had NO dry pants or big boy underwear! (and i don't have to pack like three sets of extra clothes just in case since we are potty training) i did not throw the three sets of pants and underwear i thought would dry the fastest into the dryer and crank it on high just to send my sweet stinky boy out the door in slightly damp clothes. we did not get out to the car to find the car seat was not installed and did not have blueberries smashed in it from gamma and paw paw borrowing it sunday. i was not late for work...
the day did improve from there, then i came home from a run to start dinner. i decided to make philly cheese steak (a really yummy recipe i'll share in a bit).
i cut my almost frozen roast into strips and put them in the food processor to thinly slice...
i was cutting roast and suddenly i did not hear boy screaming as raw meat was flinging through the air. i did not turn to see this...
i did not get distracted by boy's screams and take even longer to stop the food processor. boy had not minutes before opened the dishwasher and pull out the baskets of clean dishes. the dishwasher was not directly behind me. i did not need to rewash all the dishes because they had tiny chunks of raw meat all over them. i did not spend the rest of the night cleaning the mess up... i am way to "together" for any of that to happen to me, but i will pray for the poor soul that did have this day...