Save me from MYSELF

It is only 7:12 AM and I've already stepped in cat pee becasue Socrates was locked out of the downstairs last night by accident, I've walked Sirius around the block in a complete stupor because I woke up feeling like it was time to go to bed, and the real winner of my morning is realizing that I forgot to plug in the damn crockpot which contains a whole 7 lb potroast for dinner tonight and we're having company!! I don't want to problem solve my way out of my stupid blunders. I punish myself by talking trash to myself and realize this is not at all productive. I wish I could crawl back into bed and escape, but Elliott and Abigail will be up shortly and I am wondering how in the world i'm going to be prepared for Elliott's moodiness in the state i'm in. So, I guess we'll be having hotdogs tonight and I'm going to have to have a smelly old rotten pot roast sitting in the trashcan for an entire WEEK because the trash came yesterday. Some days are like this. Some days just suck. What can I learn from this?!.......I don't know right now; ask me tomorrow when it's a better day.