This morning had so much potential. I was feeling productive and decided to tackle some errands like a responsible adult. On my way home, I grabbed a coffee, ready to take on the day. Then, somewhere along the drive, I realized something wasn’t right—the trip was taking way longer than usual.
There wasn’t any traffic, so I glanced at a road sign… and that’s when it hit me: I was 10 miles in the wrong direction.
No distractions, no loud music, no phone calls—just me, zoning out so hard that I completely forgot how to get home from a place I visit all the time. Cue some colorful language and 15 minutes of frustration trying to do a U-turn, but eventually, I made it back.
Determined to salvage the day, I decided to deep-clean my house. Everything was going smoothly until it came time to empty the vacuum. Somehow, instead of tossing the dirt into the trash like a normal person, I managed to dump it all over the freshly vacuumed floor. Fantastic. I sighed, re-cleaned the mess, and decided to mop for good measure.
That’s when the mop bucket tipped over. In the bathroom. Which I had just cleaned 10 minutes earlier.
At this point, I was terrified to even think about doing laundry.
TL;DR: Zoned out while driving and ended up 10 miles off course. Came home to deep-clean my house but ended up spilling vacuum dirt and mop water on the freshly cleaned floors. It feels like the house-cleaning elves have a vendetta against me.
