Nature is a Whore to my Vacuum

So last night (after a WHOLE LONG day at school and then a LONG open house at Bean's school) we cleaned out my car.
Take a moment.
It's shocking, I know.
I'll wait.



The "way back" is still as messy as ever, but the front and back seats are cleared of crap.

Then I went inside.

I was really proud of myself for cleaning and I was even thinking that I would tackle some of the inside mess... then I went into the kitchen.
And discovered that an ENTIRE bottle of olive oil had spilled on the counter. The counter that is cluttered with groceries and (formerly) clean towels.

See what happens when I clean? I always thought the phrase was "Nature abhors a vacuum." Apparently not.

THEN, when I picked up the (almost empty) bottle of olive oil it slipped through my (oil covered) fingers and I got oil all over the floor.

Is there anything more frustrating and resistant to cleaning than oil?!?

I cleaned the counter and got most of the oil off of most of the groceries... and the floor... and myself... and then I went to rest.

My practicum went well today, but after no sleep last night and five hours of policy manuals I left early and am going to try to sneak in a nap before dinner. That Bad, Bad Man is supposed to come over and I haven't seen much of him lately, so it should be a nice, relaxing evening.