Let's just say, sometimes when I multi-task, I can forget about things. The everyday things that are seemingly insignificant. Forgetting to put the finished wash in the dryer, forgetting where the heck I put my keys, forgetting to put something in the mail...you catch my drift. Anyhoo, this morning, after I quickly drew a sudden craving of hard boiled eggs and set aside a proud 18 of them to get ready to take their hot bath, I managed to do it again. I forgot about them. After I carefully dunked my eggs into the rolling boil of water and set my timer that I painstakingly stretch my ear out to listen for, I went off to do my morning ritual. Sitting at the computer with my morning cup o' joe, checking out my daily news/tabloid pages (yes, I am a HUGE celebrity gossip fan!) and catching up on emails with my lovely girls sitting quietly enjoying their morning snack and television (hey! 2 hours a day limit right?! ), I suddenly hear a loud popping noise. Not the sort of popcorn-popping noise, but a LOUD noise. LOUD like a bunch of books being slammed on the floor loud. I asked "thing 1" what "thing 2" was doing upstairs. Only to recieve a quick quip of "nothing, she's right here, momma." I decidely run upstairs, and for those who know me, running and me don't mix. And to my surprise, I had found my precious eggs popped and shattered into mass produced chunks all over the stovetop and floor. (I will spare you the details of my duck-and-cover attempt with a broomstick to move the pot over and turn off the heat.) So now, am I not only left with a mess to clean up, but also an empty stomach yearning and craving for my hard-boiled eggs that I was so happily looking forward to. Yep. I did it again.
