I was making meatloaf today, and we were all excited about it because it was pepper jack meatloaf and it is SOOO good.  It was taking forever to cook.  I was going back and forth between checking on the food and rocking baby B who had 4 shots today.  It was finally done.  I started taking it out of the oven... mmm... it smells sooo good..... BAM!  While I was taking the meatloaf out of the oven, I dropped it on the floor.  Glass flew everywhere.  I'm not sure what happened.  I stood there, looking at the meatloaf, the cheese oozing out onto the floor.  Time had stopped.  My beautiful, cheesy, yummy meatloaf.  Well, I decided there was nothing I could do.  I couldn't eat around the glass and dog hair.  So, my husband ordered pizza.  I started cleaning up.  Sweeping up the glass.  Bye, bye meatloaf.  I had to wash the floor since it was all greasy.  Hubbby was ordering pizza.  Baby B was crying.  I grabbed the swiffer mop and mopped the whole floor, feeling ambitious.  As I walked around on the newly washed floor, I realized that it felt like I was walking on ice.  I figured it was because it was wet, but after awhile of slipping and slidding all over, I realized that I didn't wash the floor.  I had only smeared the grease all over from wall to wall.  Oh bother.  Baby B is STILL crying.  Get out the bucket and mop.  Try again.  This time use Murphy's Oil.  Ah.  Much better.  (This was no where near the mess I made when I made "the cake").  Pick up baby.  Rock baby.  Watch family eat salads.  Hear tummy rumble.  So after Baby B settled down and fell into a semi-sleep, I sat down in my lazy boy to eat my salad.  I was eating with my left hand, trying to keep rocking/bouncing so that Baby B would stay asleep.  Boy, am I talented.  heheh....