For breakfast. Ugh.
This meant the outlet we were using in the Good Room next door was supposed to power the hot water pot, the toaster, the microwave, and the toaster oven. (Again Mom, only one at a time.) Of the three other outlets in the Good Room, one was occupied by the piano humidifier-which I never knew was a thing till we moved here. One outlet held a security camera and the useless light from Ikea that looked great in our last house and now looks like we’re camping. And the final one was housing another security camera and the Wi-Fi booster. It took me ten minutes of moving the damn cord around the room, all the while trying not to let it lie on the Good Room couch or rug or floor because it was last used in the dirt to power my rototiller and, after all that, I ended up on the same outlet as the fridge. (Sorry mom. I tried.)
Meanwhile, Tigger the Dog was freaking out at my growing angst and the increasing volley of cuss words coming out of my mouth. She started to “help” the situation by winding herself around my legs, two ‘babies’ in her mouth, her panic whine increasing in volume at the same rate as my cursing. Keep in mind while you visualize this that I’m carrying a dirty twenty-five-foot extension cord that is slowly unwinding from its perfect looped state. So, an 80lb anxiety ridden dog attempting to follow my unclear manic path across the Good Room floor resulted in me tripping over her, stepping on her tail, falling onto the couch and hitting myself in the face with the end of the cord -really not how I wanted to spend the first few moments of my morning.
Breakfast this morning was a cup of tea, half a bag of Doritos from yesterday’s lunch and a bruise on my face.
Doritos have corn in them and tea is from a plant. It’s going to have to count as a win. I really need one right now.