Yesterday, before I went to bed (after Miss Tabby had gone to bed), I pumped. As I went to cap one of the bottles, I knocked it over. Anyone who's pumped before understands what a slap upside the head this is. Geez.
Before the pumping incident last night, I packed up a lovely lunch for today. Leftover dinner, cut up strawberries and edamame. This morning I removed said lunch from the fridge in preparation to leave the house. I dove into my backpack to find my sunglasses. They weren't in there. Searched the house. No sunglasses. I went to work without them. In all the confusion, I went to work without my lunch too.
Somehow in all that digging through my backpack, I failed to realize one important fact: my wallet is not in my backpack. It is not lost. I know exactly where it is. I put it in Tabby's diaper bag on Tues when I went to Target. So basically I've been driving all over the city without my wallet.
Luckily I have a box of Special K at my desk along with some other random edibles. Plus, I work with my mommy. I bet she'll buy me lunch. Just hope I've got enough gas to make it home. Sheesh.
I hate days like you mentioned
That's what happened to your lunch.
I will never forget the day I poured my breastmilk into a breastmilk storage bag and it tipped over and spilled all over my desk at work. This means it soaked a bunch of student papers. Needless to say, those went straight into the trash can and everyone got a free 100!
Aww, I hope the rest of your day went better!