Looks Like I Picked the Wrong Week to Stop Taking Horse Tranquilizers
Somehow, a mundane task we have done annually here at work for three years has turned into a crisis of epic proportions with a cast of dozens. With me front and centre.

And the coffee machine is broken.

And Ice Prince's teacher told me he openly piddled on the kindergarten carpet last week.

I am reminded of Airplane!:
"Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking."

"Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue."

"Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines."