There’s no use crying over spilt milk. #sol16

It was one of those I-can’t-believe-I-just-did-that kind of moments. I pulled the whole milk from its shelf as I prepared Isabelle’s breakfast. Suddenly, I lost my grasp on it. The container flew out of my hand and into the cabinet. It splattered all over the floor, two kitchen cabinets, and the oven. “Oh no!” “What’s … Continue reading There’s no use crying over spilt milk. #sol16