Yes, I admit it. I woke up past 9 o'clock this morning. After waking up when hubby got ready for work, I hit the imaginary alarm clock and slept in. For all of you in the world that were wondering if I awake at the crack of dawn...I don't.
As I rolled out of bed, I did the usual routine for Mondays. Let the pups outside, pick up their beds for my weekly deep clean in our bedroom, rip off the sheets for laundry day, sprinkle my favorite carpet cleaning powder (zorb) across the floor as instructed on the back of the label, and put up the baby gate as I make my way into the rest of the house. You can't say I didn't warn you about my O.C.D.
After switching over the load of laundry (I had a head start thanks to the "delay wash" feature on my washing machine), I used my lavender scented Mrs. Meyers to clean the bathroom after sweeping up the floor in preparing for my afternoon steam mopping.
I was greeted with a sweet text from hubby to put me in a good mood for the week as I walked into the kitchen and looked for the perfect Monday fix for our lunch. We were on week three of groceries before pay day, and I had to find something I had all the ingredients for that would fill a working man's belly. Chicken, olive oil mayo, garlic and spices, eggs, celery, bread...wait, wait for it...ding, ding, ding! Chicken salad sandwiches with potato chips and chocolate-dipped banana slices it is!
Just about the time I determined what to make the phone rang.
"Hi, honey."
After learning of a new hire, Joshua was picked out to train the latest employee. Therefore, he apologetically shared that he wouldn't be home for lunch.
I decided the lunch would be good enough to save for an afternoon reward to my cleaning endeavors, and opted to go ahead and whip up the savory goodness. So, I defrosted a couple of chicken breasts and turned on the cook top and went about my morning chores.
By this time, I was folding my first load of freshly dried laundry and finishing up the scrubbing in the bathroom. With the hub's big birthday coming up, I took a short break to take care of some surprise party hunting online. Then, I rushed into the kitchen to check on my boiling water (after all, a watched pot never boils).
Before you read any further, please learn from my mistakes and back track my footsteps so you can avoid the same thing happening to you. What you are about to read is the actual, uncensored events that occurred and the order in which they happened. Be forewarned.
As I hurried to the stove, I peeked into the tiny pot that I had strategically placed two eggs into just minutes...wait, it's been that long? I looked at the clock and realized my intent to leave the eggs in for a mere 12-15minutes had failed. In fact, apparently the combination of time flying by and the "high" heat had caused all of the water to evaporate.
"Crap."
I looked at my chicken which was floating happily in the large pot just to the left of my dehydrated boiled eggs. I turned both burners off and reached into the top drawer for a potholder to move the cookware off of the hot burners.
Wait, if you read that previous sentence you can see that I had not yet touched the pot yet at this time. Okay, go on.
As I moved my hand closer to the handle, the next few seconds went lightning fast. I remember putting the silicone potholder on (thanks to my previous burn incident just last week). I remember making contact with the handle of the pot. I remember barely moving the pot before closing my eyes and hearing the combination of the explosion and my own scream make its way throughout the house.
Bracing my face, I felt the burn immediately on my upper cheek and above my eyebrow. I looked to the floor through my egg-splattered glasses and felt the dogs brush up against my legs.
"Out, out."
I ran over to the backdoor and hurried the babies outside before assessing the damage. I grabbed my phone and immediately called my husband. Not looking in the mirror yet, I didn't know what to expect. Knowing he was probably driving with the new employee, I asked him to take me off bluetooth in case they were together. Then, I choked back the tears and explained what had just happened.
After listening to my frantic self, he told me he would be home in a minute and got off the phone.
I grabbed the icepack out of the freezer and held it to my cheek as I closed my eyes in pain. I don't know what hurt worse at this time, my face or my feelings from shock. Just then, my sister-in-law called to check in on me after my husband had asked her what to do. Having a nurse in the family can be incredibly helpful at times like this.
She told me not to put ice on it...oops. And, she calmed me down as I replayed the story again.
After hanging up the phone, I walked into the bathroom and was relieved to see the small pink in my skin tone rather than blistered skin. I called my husband to let him know I was okay, but he was already on his way. Before I knew it, he walked into the kitchen as I held the damp washcloth to my face. He looked at me and shared his concern before kissing me goodbye.
Then, I looked at the kitchen.
Somehow the entire egg had come out of the pot and landed underneath one of the other burners. It was cracked in pieces where the shell made its way across the room. Egg remnants were splattered on the window and upper cabinets, as well as the backsplash and countertops. As I stood barefoot to wipe off the cabinets, I felt the crunch beneath my toes. I looked down to see tiny pieces beneath them and making their way into the living room.
Who knew that an egg could make such a big mess?
I finished cleaning up the last of my boiled eggs and tossed the chicken into the garbage due to my loss of appetite. Then, I went about the rest of my Monday cleaning-including myself. I took my smallest baby to the vet for her two-week check up, which called for an impromptu "Mommy still loves you" trip to Petsmart for a new baby and treat. Only to "call it a day" early and flip the television on for some TeenNick to console myself before fixing dinner.
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