Why Shouldn't I Cry Over Spilled Milk?

I can't stop spilling. And it has this hold on me that I don't understand. In the last, eh, month, here is just a sample of what I have spilled, with the first 3 things being in the last 2 hours...

-chicken juice onto the floor

-hot chocolate onto the counter

-cold coffee onto the back of my sweatshirt (I'm talented)

-salad and pasta and oily dressing all over the front of my new work outfit, at Landmark in front of kids and staff alike...I mean, my whole, FULL, plate

-all of my pills into a crevice between my bed and the wall, and I can't find 3 of them...I'm not supposed to have lost them...ya know?

-french vanilla creamer all over my work stuff (that one hurt)

Okay fine so I don't remember it all but I've been affected quite a bit today and it needs to stop. Now and forevermore.

At least I've seemed to have completed the phase of ME spilling onto the ground. Off my bike 3 times, off my feet 2 times. I guess I'm not sure which one is the most humiliating and frustrating.

I guess I just spilled the beans.