Yesterday I got up, made a desperately needed cup of coffee and set it on the footstool while I got Ethan situated on his playmat. I then turned around and knocked over the coffee, spilling a large mug worth of hot coffee onto the light colored carpet.
In the early evening, I went to make hot apple cider for Daniel and I. I opened the packet and spilled powder everywhere.
Then I was having a cup of (diet) hot chocolate in the late evening. I sat down on the couch with it and sloshed it all over the couch.
Why did I need to have a baby if I can create this much mess on my own?