Downhill.

It was one of those weeks that started out good and then all of a sudden went downhill in the middle and by today, there was a pile-up of bad things. The bad things were bigger disappointments and hurts, and as I walked home from work I was thinking about them.

Though I didn't feel like it, I managed to summon the energy to stop at the grocery store because I needed to buy a few things for the weekend. It was a quick stop and soon I was walking home again. As I was thinking about the most recent turn of (bad) events, I fell on the ice. There were people around, but no one said a thing. I picked myself and my grocery bags back up and continued walking home (carefully) on the dark, ice-covered sidewalks.


After I got home, I started to unload the groceries. I opened the first bag and immediately saw that the yogurt container had exploded and everything in the bag was covered in yogurt. Cereal, dill pickles, fondue cheese...everything. It's just yogurt, I told myself. I began to rinse stuff off and put things away. As I picked up the other bag off the chair I had sat it on, I realized that something had made the fabric of the chair wet. And the bag was wet too. I looked in.

Eggs. Half the eggs had broken and everything in this bag was covered in egg. I tossed the bag in the sink and began cleaning up. I went to drop the offending eggs (minus their shells) into the toilet. It's then that I saw that Booboo (who is visiting for the moment because my ex is out of town) had overshot his litter box and peed on the floor. And the week is not over yet.

Mental note to self: Wear YaxTrax when carrying groceries on ice.