Last night around 10 pm I thought that I would go to bed. I was tired and wanted to get to bed in decent time for once. I thought first I should take out the garbage as Friday is garbage day. I should tell you that where I live there are 3 types of garbage; recycling; compost and the rest. I had gathered up most of it, so I opened the door and went out with the dog.
I went back for the compost, which I should have emptied yesterday, but... So it was quite full. And... yes, you have guessed by now. The bag split over the kitchen floor. This meant getting a new bag, picking up the rotten food and washing the floor. Oh yes, did you forget the dog, outside by himself? I did. So I go out with the new bag of compost just in time to see the dog disappearing down the street. Luckily for me, he came when he called. I think to myself my luck must be turning.
I go inside and realize that I must empty the dishwasher before adding the dinner dishes. Oh well, that won't take a minute. I pick up a glass and, whoops, it drops from a height of two inches onto a mug and smashes into a thousand pieces inside the dishwasher. Oh, yes, hmmm. Well next I have to clean out the dishwasher. Oh, did you know that my dishwasher has a spot by the door where gunk collects that I didn't know about, with 3 years worth of stuff? Me neither.
Luckily for me I found this handy video.
It turns out that I was not in bed early after all.