Ok new day, new beginnings. But how do I cram it all in?

Not a good start, I was in my usual grouchy mood when the back door was open and blew some stuff off the notice board. I shrugged at it and added it to my pile of things to do pile. Half way, or not even that far, through a coffee I had to get up for something which since left my memory and stood firmly on the drawing pin I had just watched falling to the floor!
I was screaming in pain and Mitch was shouting "what's is wrong" from outside at me. Corr it was properly stuck into my heal. I had to hold my breath and tease it out with my nails. It was an old fashioned brass one, which I decided to be pleased that I stood on it and not my son as hes only a toddler and is always pottering about bare footed.
Whoopee, I got it out and dripped some quite satisfying drops of blood about the kitchen floor and hobbled off trying to remember what I was doing before the coffee.