Anyway, this morning. I did the usual routine, and then this happened!!
While I was washing this particular glass, the bottom just broke and in a split second just before I realised the bottom was broken, I pulled my hand back in and had various cuts all over my right hand, plus one on my left hand too. The one on the second finger on my right hand is really deep. I put on soap and tried to pull my hand out gently. There were blood all over the sink.
The kids started screaming! "No! Mummy! No! Don't do that!"
Sigh! Had to get Brendan to bring the hammer out. Wrapped my hand in towel and smashed the cup away.
I can feel my whole hand throbbing with pain right now.
Damn!! A domestic goddess I'm not! Not domesticated, and definitely not a goddess. So, you see, my days are NOT filled with pleasant mornings all the time.
I don't know what is more comforting. Brendan taking this photo for remembrance, or Eryn saying "Mummy, don't die! Who is going to take care of us?!" or the kids suddenly became so grown up and concern and started taking their bags and stood at the door without me having to open my mouth.
Oh well, just another day in paradise........not!