Don't cry over spilt milk. ...how about paint?

Well I ***was*** having a productive day until I discovered this.
The kicker is that I did not discover it until I was standing in it. I walked right up to the closet it had been in to get something and then when I tried to walk away my feet didn't move. Wasn't really funny at the time but I can't help but giggle to myself as I type this post. You can imagine my shock when I looked down at my feet and found them in 2 inches of paint. I quickly got the sneakers off my feet and then sat down with a bowl of cereal to calm my nerves and make a plan. Mid-bowl, I realized the first thing I needed to do was take a picture. After that, I would need to confiscate the kids' sand shovels and scoop up the paint back into the bucket. Armed with a pink short shovel and a red scooper along with an entire roll of paper towels and 10 garbage bags I was able to get the entire mess up off the floor. (should I add that I use plastic shovels to clean up paint to next week's Works for Me Wednesday over at Rocks in My Dryer?)

Luckily much of the spill was on hardwood. Some spilled on a cat bed that we have in that corner of the room and before I was aware of the spill, I tossed the cat bed across the room so I could get into the closet. Unfortunately the cat bed had quite a bit of paint on it and while traveling through the air it dropped paint all over the rug and then landed in a suitcase full of clean clothes. Luckily most of the paint is on the outside of the suitcase and only clothes that I can live without got damaged. Well I have given up on my productivity for the day as my stride is broken!