k, so do you remember that incredibly fun clutzy part of pregnancy? it hit me hard today. I'm choosing to look at it as a joyful omen that this pregnancy is here to stay, but for real? I have dropped everything I've touched today. If I spill one more thing I think I will scream. I was loading new gallons of milk into the fridge & somehow, I don't even know how, I dropped one of them & it exploded onto the floor. Quicker than you can say shitdamnhell I had it up off the floor & in the sink, but managed to lose a full half gallon anyway. Apparentley my kitchen floor slopes a bit to the west, and it all went right under my kitchen island. Lovely.
Any suggestions as to how I can avoid having my house smell like rotten milk short of ripping apart my cabinets (again).