I don't know what to call this: karma, justice, luck, or whatever. But I wanted to share the story below and hopefully hear some of yours in return.
I've been a little ticked off all day. I live in my parent's house with my grandmother. We were both doing our own separate baking for the holidays this year. I set aside today to do my baking and at the last minute changed my mind about the type of cookies I was going to make, so needed to run to the store.
I got back from the store with the last ingredient and saw that grandma had taken over the kitchen for her baking (again). She'd known I was planning on doing this today and while I made my preparations she never said a thing about her plans, though she helped me to gather everything. I don't know if she thought shed be done sooner or if she didn't realize that my plans called for making approximately 20 dozen cookies. Whatever it was, it put a bit of a damper in my plans.
She took the kitchen over all day. When she finished her baking she asked if I wanted the oven left on for my baking. I did. So I cleaned up my stuff, changed my clothes, pulled back my hair, and found my recipe. I went downstairs and she'd left the oven on for me. But had taken over the counter for making stuff for tomorrow. And put it in the mixing bowl I'd pulled out. (The only one big enough to make multiple batches in, but not the only one she could have put the food in)
So I won't get to my baking any time soon. I was upset. But felt silly for being upset because I can always bake on Wednesday too.
Then, not ten minutes ago, the dog got a wiff of her cookies. He's good 99% of the time, but sometimes he does something naughty. He pulled the cloth off the table, knocking the cookies on the floor, and then he ate the cookies.
And now I'm not so mad anymore.
ETA: I don't think he got more than 10-15 cookies to fall. But it still made me feel better. I'd have felt bad if he'd gotten them all. Grandma still has 150+ cookies.