Ugh.

I'm pretty sure I just had the worst Tuesday in my whole entire life. And this time I'm not being over dramatic. My school day went fine but everything just sucked when I came home.

I'm always the first and only one home. So I always have to make dinner. And Tuesday's planned meal was a sort of beef stew with carrots and potatoes and it sounded really easy. All I had to do was put everything in a pan and then cook it.
Turns out, things are not that easy.

I would like to make a note here that this has never happened to me before so it was not the norm.

Anyway, I reached into the bag of mini potatoes so I could cut them up and instead of feeling the rough potato back, I felt something slimy instead. I carefully pulled the potato out only to instantly drop it on the ground.
maggots.
My potatoes were covered in baby maggots.

I feel like I can generally assume that everyone else would freak out after that too. And trust me, I did. I got super paranoid and left a very interesting voicemail on my mother's phone.

I ran to my dog for comfort and hugged her tight,

 when I realized she is COVERED in fleas. This also causes me to freak out.
So I go to the store and buy myself a pair of latex gloves and give Maisy a bath. An hour long bath. Picking all the dead and live (ew ew ew) fleas off of her.

At this point, everything little and black or little and white has got me feeling anxious. OCD kicks in and I felt like I had to bleach my tub (I did) and vacuum every room.
Boy, do I love it when my vacuum disappears when I need it most.

And the worst part was when my dad and brother finally got home at 8 they didn't even care the dog was gleaming white, the bathroom was clean, and I made dinner. In fact I even did the dishes.
This, of course, causes me to burst into tears because I guess my family secretly hates me.

aww.
      I take that back, I'm just under appreciated x11.

Thankfully my father apologized and my mom found the hiding vacuum cleaner.