DAY 1 — Midnight Dishes, Broken Pyrex, and an ER Circus I Did Not Sign Up For

Let me tell you how this 30‑day reset actually started, because it sure as hell wasn’t with green juice and motivation. It’s about 11pm. A normal human would go to bed. Not me. Nope. I decide to “just do a few dishes real quick,” because apparently, I only clean my kitchen at midnight like a feral raccoon. I’m washing this big glass Pyrex measuring cup — holding it by the handles — and out of nowhere it bangs against the side of the porcelain sink and explodes. Shatters. Gone. And instantly slices my pinky finger wide open. I look at it and I’m like, “Oh yeh… this is DEFINITELY gonna need stitches. WTf%^$.”

I’m exhausted, I should be in bed, and instead I’m bleeding into the sink like a cartoon character. So off to the ER we go. We check in, sit for a few minutes, and then i send my husband out to the car to sleep. It’s midnight and he’s way past his bedtime lol. They put me in an exam room, and that’s when the night really starts to get weird. Because then they bring in the drunk, abusive guy. This man is YELLING at the nurses, swearing, acting like he’s the star of a movie nobody asked for. I’m sitting there with my finger hanging open thinking, “Sir, please. I’m already having a night.”

The nurses? Absolute saints. They’ve clearly seen this show before. Meanwhile I’m getting X‑rays, numbing shots, and eventually eight stitches. Eight. For a freakin’ measuring cup. We finally get home at 4am. I don’t fall asleep until 5:30. And when I wake up? I feel like crap first I thought it was the tetanus shot messing with me, but nope — turns out I’m coming down with a cold. I’m going to get rest today, don’t feel like eating much, and going to try to get a good night’s sleep, I’m so tired I should go right off. So, this is Day 1 of my Superboot 30 day challenge. Not glamorous. Not aesthetic. Not motivational. Just real life — just a runny nose, a sore on my arm from the tetanus shot, fatigue, muscle aches you name it, messy, inconvenient, and a little bit ridiculous. But hey… the story starts where it starts. And apparently mine starts with a broken Pyrex and a cold. On to Day 2