Murphy's Law

Murphy's law..."Anything that can go wrong, will—at the worst possible moment"...applies to my life every single time I mop the floor. It is like a cruel joke. I have never once mopped the floor and not had someone (often myself) make some sort of gigantic splattering spill within hours. Today it was J. The floors needed to be cleaned badly. So, I spent a very long, very miserably pregnant few hours vacuuming and carefully mopping all of the floors. I then proceeded to make lunch for all of the peas. No sooner had everyone finished eating when J managed to knock her still full cup of lemonade off the table and splatter it across the entire kitchen floor. I just wanted to cry. Now I've lost all my cleaning mojo.

So far today I've...
vacuumed the whole downstairs
mopped all the tile floors
re-cleaned the kitchen on my hands and knees (thanks J)
done dishes
done 3 loads of laundry
wrestled clean sheets onto our bed
put dinner in the crockpot (pot roast)
vacuumed the ashes out of the fireplace (call me Cinderella)

What I still want to accomplish before tonight IF I can get my mojo back...
Plan Family Home Evening, I think I'm going to try to make THIS)- X going to have to wing it
Make mashed potatoes and salad (with the pizazz of the garden's sugar snap peas)- CHECK
Take B to soccer practice (5:00pm...PLEASE be canceled...come on rain)- CHECK
Do 2 more loads of laundry- CHECK
Clean bathrooms (I REALLY HATE cleaning bathrooms)-CHECK