You'd almost think it's Friday the 13th. So many stupid accidents. Guess more logical explanation is that the fatigue just strikes.

All this is so happening in less than an hour time!

First of all, a breakfast plate broke. Is already the 3rd in a few weeks time. 2x my fault and 1x Daniëls. Today was my fault. I had just washed it off. Wanted to put him in the drying rack. He falls out of my hands back into the sink. I'll get him out in half. Would have preferred it had happened before that. I wouldn't have had to wash him off either... Luckily, I had them away from the thrift store. But it sucks. I've only got one more now.

Then I'm setting the table for lunch. Daniel was still walking around. I really thought I'd put the stuff on the table for him far enough. But no. Sir performed to get to his cup of milk on the table from the ground up. But, of course, he couldn't get him off of it. All that milk all over him! Wanted to put him in the picture, too, but the gentleman didn't want to know about it. Just about knocked the phone out of my hands. Get it, too. Child completely freaked and upset. It made me laugh a little bit.

So then we were sitting at the table. Mister again as “cozy” as yesterday. He performed to get his harness off the chair. I wanted to grab him before any accidents happened. In the process threw my own cup of chocolate milk to...

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