Three accidents in 24 hours. Nothing that's really his fault but boy does he have bad luck.
First, he knocks over a can of paint upstairs (which apparently I didn't seal all the way) and gets paint all over his brand new clothes that he had just worn for the first time yesterday along with the carpet in one of the bedrooms. Instead of coming to me and telling me about the mess he'd made, he attempted to clean it up himself which only made the clean up worse. I tried for over 3 hours last night to get all the paint out and while I got most of it out of the shirt, and I think it would be wearable, the pants will now become "home pants" because there is no way I'm sending him to school with paint splattered jeans.
Then, this morning, he trips over his own feet while carrying his leftover breakfast to the garbage can and gets food all over his clothes requiring a wardrobe change.
Lastly, his thermos came open inside his book bag and leaked milk all over the place. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal because the only thing he usually has in his book bag is his lunch box. But no. Today was library day and he had a library book in there. The pages were all stuck together and in my attempt to separate the pages, the pages tore apart. The book is ruined.
I know, none of this is really a huge deal. I can buy another pair of pants, I can wash the clothes from this morning, I can buy a new book to give to the school. It just seems as though Murphy has been visiting us a little too much lately and I'd like him to back off.