I’m still with Mom. (She’s doing better, thanks for asking.) I had Monday #9 yesterday. Flipped a pancake, and it landed gooey-side down on the stove. Tried to catch a falling egg and smashed it. The city decided to “blow out the pipes”–don’t ask me, I don’t understand–and both bathrooms flooded. I got scolded twice.
I’m tired of Mondays. I’m going to take advice from the cat and hide.