1. Burned the crap out of my finger. With a pacifier. Yup, a pacifier. See, I got some new ones for Mia to use as teething rings (she refuses to use a pacifier as a pacifier or a teething ring as a teething ring), boiled them, and then picked one up barehanded, at which point the very hot water still trapped in the hollow nipple part burned the crap out of me. Clever.
2. Trapped myself in the backseat of my car. I got back there to strap Mia into her Baby Bjorn and shut the door since it was raining. The child locks were turned on. Mia's new carseat is so big I couldn't squeeze around it to get to the front seat so I had to sit there and bang on the window until a kind and confused passing stranger released me from my car. I can hear you wondering "Beth, why didn't you just roll down the window and open the door from the outside?" and to that I say "shut up."
That's all so far, but tomorrow is another day.
Updated to add: Kelley has quite astutely pointed out that in most cars the windows won't open if the car isn't on, so that is now my excuse. Nevermind that my car has a remote start so all I had to do was push a button. Really, that is neither here nor there.