Oh for fuck's sake

[ailbhe]

I'm kind of ill and had the worst night's sleep in recent memory, so Rob made me coffee and toast before he left.

And left it on the foot of the bed, on the quilt, directly over my feet.

I turned over in bed so I could sit up, and now I have to glue a cup back together, clean the mattress, launder a king-size quilt, sheet, and mattress protector, and incidentally make more coffee and toast.

Well, fuck. I had such a warm fuzzy feeling, too, as I lay there with my fever and my headache.

I would have washed the sheets anyway because I fever-sweated into them. But how did I send a tray flying just by turning over?!

I could cry.