If It Could Go Wrong, It Did

Today I

Got covered from waist to toe in projectile baby poo. Spent half and hour trying to clean the poo off the fringing on my sandals.

While hopping around madly trying to clear up :
Stood on and broke my sunglasses on the sunniest day of the year.
Stood on and broke a watch.

Listened to a poorly and overtired baby crying for 3 hours and wept quietly into my stone cold cup of tea.

Feeling significantly better after baby bedtime, white wine and oven baked wild trout.