1) After mopping the kitchen floor yesterday (which somehow caused the mop to break) and making a burrito for lunch, I knocked the Pace picante sauce lid onto the floor, causing the sauce in the lid to splatter all over the not-even-dry floor.
2) After cleaning that up, I put the lid back on the LARGE jar of Pace (that I had bought the night before) and went to put it in the fridge. The jar slipped right out of my hands onto the kitchen floor. I would spend the next 45 minutes picking glass shards out of the huge puddle of picante sauce and figuring out how to clean up the mess now that my mop was broken.
3) After that, I cleaned up the living room and carefully, CAREFULLY reached for Julia's Razor scooter to put it up -- knowing full well that I get hurt every time I touch that thing. Despite my cautious efforts, the handlebars swung around and nailed me in the kneecap. (My motor skills were so out of whack yesteday that I was seriously worried that I had suffered a stroke during the night.)
4) Yesterday, Jenna apparently dumped her crayons out on top of the air vent in her room. So while the heater ran last night, crayons melted to the air vent and dripped down inside the duct.
Chad doesn't even know about that last one yet.