Laundry Apocalypse

Today there was one goal: do laundry. I didn't sleep that well, but I knew that I had to push through the pain of exhaustion (yo, swim class is mad hard) to get it done. So last night, thinking I'd be buried under all the laundry I had to do, I decided to try this new Crockpot recipe that was part of the recipe cards my mom gave me for Christmas. And I guess I timed it wrong, but I still had to add the shrimp (it was this Creole chicken recipe) in the last hour. So when I woke up (because I did it overnight, and yes, as I live in a studio the aromas did wake me up at 3am) the Crockpot had already switched over to warm. No problem, I thought. I will throw the shrimp in and then the auto-shut off will make sure it switches off.

Except...there is no auto shut off. Flash forward to 9ish hours later, coming home from work, excited to eat my Creole creation and frankly just pooped (this was NOT one of the mornings I got up early to do yoga, even though I had planned on doing so). The dish was completely charred. Life fail. So after all of that, I wound up having to eat a Lean Cuisine. Wholly unsatisfying. To say nothing of the fact that my apartment smelled like burnt chicken for three hours. I don't know if the smell is completely gone because I've been sitting here for the last couple of hours (you really get the effect when you leave and come back in). I've got a candle going but we'll see.

In other news...last night was my fourth installment of swim class. I think I've been making good progress. Although I always think I'm doing it right and then Jorge, my instructor tells me to kick more or keep my elbows up. Last night, in embarrassing moment #1,243,621 of my life, I was getting some major foot cramps during my swim workout and throughout class. Luckily, as we were still in the leisure pool, I could easily hide these cramps. But of course, yesterday we graduated to the 50 meter pool. No sooner did I get in the water than my foot starts cramping terribly and Jorge has to practically rescue me from the 6 feet of water that I was swimming in (for the record, I'm pretty confident I would have made it sans help). Then, he gives me these stretches to do that pretty much involves me stretching in front of the entire pool. Sigh. Next lesson is on Wednesday.

Just finished watching the same episode of "Jersey Shore"...I can't use the phrase "the situation" at work without inwardly (or sometimes outwardly, depending on "the situation") laughing to myself.