So Angry I Had To Laugh

So today I was left in charge of A. and Z. and things were going well and were quiet- too quiet. So I went to investigate. Z. was trying to get his whiffle bat out of the gutter (the gutter?) and I got drawn into trying to get it down with this extendo-pinchy toy of Z's. He and his buddy had been standing on a folding nylon chair to help reach, which is what I tripped over, resulting in me scraping my knee and leg against these decorative brick things Schmoopie put beside our walkway. I might've also broken a foot bone, but who can tell... So, I go inside to wash the wounds and dress them, and of course- no bandages. I should explain to those who don't have children, that once you have kids, you'll never again have bandages. They eat them or something. So, without bandages, I'm left to making impromptu bandages out of tape and paper towels. *sigh* This is also not going well and I pen our kitchen's "junk drawer", which has grown to near critical-mass density and scale, only to have lots of shit fall out, much of it landing in the dog's water bowl. Great. So as I'm cleaning this up, I step on a thumbtack (pointy side up- natch) and then cuss like a sailor as Schmoopie is arriving with food. She thinks maybe my blood sugar is crashing. No, I explain and she kinda laughs. Thinking all this was over, I sat down and started to eat a chicken caesar salad Schmoopie had brought me from Panera Bread (Mmmmm) and- wait for it- my nose starts bleeding into my salad. Ewww.

Damn it all. I hope that this is some kind of early "cashing out" of bad fortune before my next interview on Thursday. That, and maybe I should have one of the kids follow me around with a camcorder...