The Worst Mommy in the World...

... lives at our house! At least this past week she does. Now I know I'm being a little dramatic. I'm not the WORST Mommy in the world. But I'm certainly feeling a lack of the natural abilities in the "Mommy" and "Housewife" realm.

Things kind of came to a head on Sunday. The day started well enough, until it came time to go to church. As I was carrying Olivia downstairs to get into the car, I slipped on a stair, hit my elbow and knee against the wall, and, worst of all, sent her head into the wall. She screamed and cried. Granted, I think my elbow and knee took the brunt of the collision, and her head just sort of bumped the wall, but I felt bad nonetheless.

Later that evening we had friends over for dinner. Jeremy and I are typically social recluses, so I was proud that we had invited people over. Our guests had just arrived, and I had just pulled the enchiladas out of the oven and set them on the stove to cool. All I had to do was heat up some corn on the back burner, and we would be ready to eat! I went into the front room to visit with our company, and soon heard the shattering of glass. As I entered the kitchen, it became very clear that the casserole dish the enchiladas were in had essentially exploded. There were glass shards, literally, all over the kitchen. It took a little bit longer, though, to figure out why. Well, I turned on the wrong burner. Instead of warming the corn on the back burner, I was warming the glass enchilada dish.

Jeremy and I had to do some quick improvising. As our guests babysat our child, Jeremy cleaned up the glass and enchilada mess, and I quickly created a new dinner out of a frozen lasagna in the freezer.

Luckily no permanent damage has been done. Olivia is fine and the kitchen has recovered (mostly). However, my "Mommy" and "Housewife" ego is still somewhat bruised. Although I have to say, Olivia just looked up at me, and smiled. I guess things aren't that bad, afterall.