A comedy of errors. . .otherwise known as "My life."

I just thought yesterday was bad. . .yesterday involved a trip to Target to get groceries. . .after I got the kids in the car to go, I realized that my car battery was once again dead, and I had to deal with that before I could go anywhere. (It's going to the dealer soon.)


Made it to Target, only to realize that my wallet wasn't in the diaper bag. Transaction had to be suspended, cart was taken to customer service, and I drove 20 minutes back home to get my wallet. . .and 20 minutes back to Target to actually purchase my cartload. Korvin was rather fed up with the whole thing by the time we got back in the car to go home AGAIN, and screamed for an hour just to make sure I got the message.


THAT was a piece of cake compared to this evening. 


Kadence decided not to go to sleep when she was supposed to, and came downstairs after I had gotten Korvin to sleep. In the ensuing battle to get her back to bed, she woke him up. When this happens, he views whatever sleep he had as a nap, and is up for several hours before it's even possible to get him back to sleep.


Mom was home by then, so I decided to let her play with Korvin, and make formula so I wouldn't have to do it later.


Later might have been better.


I dropped pretty much every lid to every bottle/container I had to open. That was really starting to annoy me. 


Part of the water gets heated, and I put the oils and the gelatin in the warm water, which then gets put in the blender, or the Magic Bullet. This time, it was the Magic Bullet. This is the last time it will be the Magic Bullet. . .because it drowned. Really. 


Somehow, during the blending process the lid came partially unscrewed, which caused liquid to go flying all over the nearby wall/cabinets/etc, and went all the way through the base of the bullet (where the magic happens). Pretty sure all the magic is gone now.


One of the oils used is fermented cod liver oil. My entire kitchen smelled like fish. I HATE fish, and their oils. The smell made me gag. . .but this time, I didn't go for the chocolate milk. . .or the vodka. LOL 


As I started cleaning it up, Mom asked what was wrong, and I told her, and said that I'd probably be doing better if I was drunk. . .meaning that I couldn't possibly be making a bigger mess of things.


I was wrong.


Normally, this is a fairly quick process. I've been doing it so long, it doesn't really require that much effort. However, all the accidents and resulting pauses to clean up messed with my process.


I THOUGHT I was almost finished. As I was finishing up and pouring in the whey, I realized a huge problem. . .and started yelling at myself, jumping around and banging my head against the sink. . .and laughing like a maniac. Why?

On the left, you have the jug of formula. . .on the right you have. . .well, now it's buttermilk. I just ruined half a gallon of milk. Thankfully, tomorrow is pick-up day with the co-op and I'll have more milk. 


Unfortunately, now I have to strain more yogurt to get more whey to finish making formula.


It takes awhile. The yogurt goes in cheesecloth, which I then hang from the microwave and let drip into a measuring cup. This has never been a problem before. . .but of course, it would be today. The yogurt filled cheesecloth slipped out, and splashed into the whey. . .making yet another mess to clean up. 


Anyway, now all that's left is the whey.

How long does this process take?

2 bottles of rum, 2 bottles of Coke, and 2 bottles of Dr. Pepper. That's how long. 


Ok, I'm kidding. :) Seriously though, it will be hanging there overnight. 


Now, I'm going to find a non-empty bottle of rum, and make use of it as soon as Patrick gets home.


I can't WAIT to see what tomorrow holds. . .wait, tomorrow's Friday. . .it can't be that bad. . .


. . .I hope!