I don't like Mondays ...

S took the opportunity this morning to have a good cry about her grandad, which is all good ... because she hadn't really "let it all out" up until now. However, it did nothing to help with the whole trying-to-do-everything-at-once-and-get-everyone-ready-for-school-on-time scenario I was trying to work through.

Because it was only lower-single-digit-degrees outside, the rugrats decided that soup would be a good idea for lunch. As I raced around doing my best "chicken with its head cut off" impersonation, I asked K to grab the cans of soup out of the pantry (because of course they couldn't both agree on the same flavour !!!) ...

In between doing S's hair, cuddling her, and throwing a load of laundry in the machine, I grabbed a can of soup and shook it as I reached into the cupboard for a bowl so I could throw it into the microwave and nuke it ...

K had cracked the lids on the cans !!! Minestrone soup everywhere !!!! I had to change my outfit, rinse my fringe and restyle it, redo my makeup and wash my glasses ...

I left the splatters on the wall until after work ...