I really need to find a ritual to undo the "uh-oh morning." This morning I was greeted with an uh-oh (again.) It wasn’t as bad as last time, but it wasn’t good.
Caleb’s uh-oh was that his pajama legs had come down so far, he was tripping on them. (Easy for Mom to fix.)
My uh-oh was the entire coffee pot coming off its mountings and spilling 10 cups of water and coffee everywhere.