I've been having a pretty great day. It's Friday. The house is reasonably clean. The sun is shining. I came home from work, did my 30 minute walk in short sleeves. Gave both of the dogs a bath. Put supper on to cook. And realized that it wasn't even dark outside yet.
I was feeling pretty good about myself. I may have even thought look at me! getting things done before it even gets dark!
And then I walked into the living to discover two piles of dog throw up on the rug.
The moral of this story: Don't get cocky.