All I wanted was a glass of water. A five gallon bottle still sat in the back of the car. I’d avoided hauling it in, well, because it’s heavy.

Perhaps I should have waited until after breakfast when I might have had little more energy. Instead I lifted the blue jug out of the car; peeled off the top; and hefted the thing onto the dispenser. Like I said, perhaps I should have eaten first.

The water splashed out into the container and somehow, the entire jug slipped out of my hands. Water flowed onto the counter and all over the floor. I lost grip and it slammed onto the floor, water still “glugging” out of the neck. I reached down to set it upright and for a second I couldn’t understand why water was still pouring out of the bottle. The jug had cracked!

I lifted the bottle into the pila and watched it drain out. After all the jostling and tossing, I wasn’t sure if the water was clean anymore, so I just stood there and watched it pour down the drain. The floor in the pantry has a slight slant, so the water drained behind the refrigerator and under a cabinet where I am sure we nurture and provide a safe home for cockroaches.

The kids ate breakfast and never noticed a thing. The didn’t even pause when a few words spat rather quickly out of my mouth that are better not to repeat here. I gathered towels and sopped up what I could. I’ll run a fan non-stop today to dry it out. In Costa Rica, it is imperative everything that’s wet gets dry. Or it smells.

Funny, I just dried out a small carpet I have in the living room because Addison wanted to play his favorite game of “up down” and pushed aside the large vase a little to far. The nanny caught quite a bruise diving to save the vase but the rug got all wet.

I poured a small glass of water. And cried just a little bit because it was funny and sad all at the same time. I know we’re not supposed to cry over spilt milk, but it’s sad to watch so much life and effort wash right down the drain. I set the cracked bottle back in the car and got busy sweeping out those dead cockroaches hiding behind the fridge. On the bright side, my pantry is really, really clean.