I just spilled a bunch of formula while I was trying to screw on the lid while holding my little guy who was rooting around frantically to get some in his mouth.
I knocked it off the counter and watched it spill all over the floor.
For a split second I thought, "oh my, what a mess, and here is one more thing to do before I go to bed."
But, then I thought, "well, I'm glad I didn't mop the floor today" and then I just laughed, smiled, and thought, this is a great problem to have. I am grateful to have a mess of formula to mop off my floor.
I am a lucky lady.