Tonight, just as I was getting dinner plated (a rare cooking effort: applewood bacon wrapped pork medallions with balsamic reduction and a side of butter smashed squash), I believe the universe attempted to send me a message...
First, Nic dropped his full cup of milk and it splashed everywhere--soaking the wall, three bar stools, and floor.
Then Matt dropped the new bottle of coffee creamer from the top shelf of the fridge. The bottle shattered and creamer coated the kitchen floor and part of the refrigerator door.
As I finished cleaning up the two dairy-based messes, I glanced at Em and noticed he had puked all over his excersaucer. ALL over.
So, I get that the universe is trying to get my attention. But I am a little lost on the message. Maybe it is to keep more paper towels in the house?
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