Not freaking out? Not exactly
I'm ashamed to say. Sometimes my red-headed temper, Jersey attitude comes out on my poor unsuspecting husband. You see, the
whole story is that I said "Could you hold this?" (the pot but I didn't specify the pot). He thought I meant the cabinet door above my head (??????

) so he touched the door and walked away!! Then the catastrophe happened and I was like, "Well thanks alot!!" All freaking out because at that moment it was his fault! So I was just "Rah, rah, rah, rah

" but when he pointed out that I said hold this as
I was opening the cabinet door (even though I was motioning with my hip to the pot
gosh that does sound ridiculous now that I see it, motioning with my hip) I did become rational again and quickly
we set out to get the kitchen cleaned up and me cleaned up. But, blech, when I was taking my jeans off out by the washer the leg flipped around and smeared cold ketchup all over my bare leg and that did wig me out a bit. And that stupid glass. Tiny little shards everywhere. Luckily, we were able to get the dog and cat out of there before they got it in their paws.
ETA:: I DID apologize to poor Steven after my freaking out. Just wanted to make that clear, I can admit when I'm wrong and say I'm sorry.