Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk

Today I did it...I literally spilled the milk...everywhere. Every time I open the fridge the kids come running...Jackson grabbing for the cheese or chocolate syrup and Sydney grabbing for the Capri Suns. I was attempting to make my strawberry pretzel salad today and had the huge concoction on a shelf in the fridge setting up. I was trying to keep the kids away from the fridge because I knew it would get bumped and splash everywhere. Jackson asked me for some chocolate milk so I opened the door very carefully and took out the milk and chocolate syrup. Both kids made a b-line for the refrigerator door. I quickly shut it and asked them to leave. Then as I attempted to put the milk back, again they ran so I tried to slip the milk in an almost closed door. I dropped it. The plastic gallon split down the side and milk spewed everywhere. Then, backing away from the "explosion" I hit the freshly poured glass of milk and it went all over the counter. I was so mad! I immediately screamed for the kids to LEAVE THE KITCHEN! I was so flustered with all the milk everywhere that I just wanted to cry. I started slamming cupboard doors and mumbling to myself. Sydney was crying and wanted to be held because I had yelled at her. Meanwhile, Jackson stood at the edge of the kitchen and said, "Mom, you just need to talk more softly...you need to just CALM DOWN. It's just a mess and you can just clean it up." (He uses the word "just" a lot.) He later came back and asked me how the kitchen was coming. He's such a funny kid and it was so funny to hear him use my words on me. I'm glad he was able to keep a cool head. What I'm really scared about is that there is milk still hiding in some crevasse of my kitchen that will smell in a couple days. Ugh...then it will bring back all those wonderful memories of the spilled milk.