Share the stupid things you have done that have made a huge mess.

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After spending ages clearing up an entire can of Pepsi Max, which has just spectacularly exploded, spinning 360 degrees around the room squirting pepsi as it span, as newly opened, full can slipped out of my hand, I would love to hear the stupid things you've done that made a huge mess.

The worst thing is , it was the last can left and I was really looking forward to it!

@AwkwardPaws27 pahaha brilliant reaction! 🤣🤣🤣 laughing is the best way to go about these things

Dropped a full pint glass of ribena on the floor. It landed flat on its base but as a result the contents shot up in the air and soaked me and the carpet. Cleaned it all up (so I thought) but hours later looked up and discovered a massive ribena splash stain on the ceiling. Thankfully it faded over time.

Also dropped a jar of sun dried tomatoes on the kitchen floor which smashed and spread oily contents everywhere. It was like an ice rink for ages despite repeated scrubbing.

Oh and dropped a can of chalkboard paint on our lawn. Thankfully it eventually grew out.

Mr tesco as he is known here dropped a six Pinter of milk in my kitchen, oh my god.

He refunded half my shopping and I felt so sorry for him I left it at that but had to replace all the matting round the stove.

Mr tesco take two dropped a large jar of tomato pasatta sauce last month, I thought the milk was bad this was something else, with glass mixed in. This time I cried, a lot. I'm still finding it. The floor is dented, table stained, I'm still arguing with tesco about it.

I pulled my car right up to my front door to unload some shopping. As I put the bags down to unlock the door a large bottle of Yop fell out and rolled under the car. I thought I would come back out to get it after putting the freezer stuff away (neurotic).
I came back out to move the car and pulled the front door too. As I drove away, I drove over the bottle of Yop and it burst, spraying all up my black front door. I may have screamed.

Used my finger to clear the blade of a hand blender while it was switched on.

Blood and aubergine dip everywhere...

I had really dry feet (tmi) so in my wisdom slathered them in Sudocrem and put some socks over the top. Walked around the flat a bit. DH came home and started shouting about what the hell all the white footprints were all over the new carpet 😬

Dh and I have each spilled a pint of blackcurrant squash onto our bedroom, onto our cream carpet. The second time it happened, we were changing our bedding at midnight, because one of the dogs had come up onto the bed and had wet the bed, and when we were flipping the mattress (after cleaning it, I promise), we knocked over my drink.

So we spent the best part of an hour mopping blackcurrant out of the carpet, and remaking the bed. The next morning dh went off to work, and I had a bit of a lie in - and the other dog came upstairs, got onto the bed, snuggled up with her head on dh’s Pillow, and threw up into my ear.

So instead of a bit of a rest to get over such a disturbed night, I was up, stripping the bed again - and spent the rest of the day washing and ironing bedding, so we had clean stuff to put back onto the bed.

It is just as well the dogs are loveable.

Come up to bed with my phone in one had and a cup of tea in the other, threw my phone onto the bed and ... nope, threw the cup 🤦🏻‍♀️
I’ve done this more than once

I've just almost woke the DC up by screeching with laughter at some of these!

I left a large tub of white emulsion with the lid not quite on properly. I thought it was safe in our garage.

My husband went in to read the meter and our Siamese cat followed him.
Always up to mischief it jumped up into the tub of paint that toppled over.

It landed over the cat. It bolted through the house screeching and wailing and my husband desperately trying to catch him.

I arrived home shortly afterwards to a traumatised husband, a white cat that needed washing and a completely speckled smeared in white paint; kitchen, hallway, lounge, stairs and utility.

I prioritised (obviously) washing the cat. The splattered paint set and I still can't get it off my wooden floors three years later!

The cat was fine by the way.

When ds3 was about 7, some of the other kids at school were teasing him for his lack of muscle, so he decided to start his own programme of weightlifting.

The weight he chose was the 5l can of emulsion we’d bought to redecorate his room - we’d put it well out of the way under his bed, where it couldn’t be accidentally knocked over. We didn’t reckon for Mr Muscles Jr and his exercise regime. One night, whilst working out, he dropped the can of paint - and of course the lid came off, and at least half the paint spilled out.

He tracked it through the newly carpeted landing and stairs, to tell dh what had happened - he did his best not to alert me to what he’d done (I was the scarier parent) but had failed to learn that sidling up to his dad and muttering ‘Dad, I’ve got a problem’ would always tell me he’d been Up To No Good!

Somehow, we managed to clear up all of the paint - we were scraping it out of the carpet with baking sheets and spatulas, before scrubbing it - and we got it all. And ds3 gave up the weight lifting.

Well after one ended up with slime stuck in her hair & all over her leggings, I feel rather as if not telling the Brownies they mustn’t throw slime [into the air & try to catch it] was stupid of me. How could I possibly have thought they’d not need telling? (Weird thing is they were horrified by idea of throwing slime generally/at each other. Apparently playing catch with your own slime was TOTALLY different...)

Mess of my own making a few weeks ago came when I part-dislocated my hip in the shower. While holding a 500g tub of skin cream (used in-shower to try to stop some of my skin’s antics). I don’t usually pick the tub up. Because I’ve always worried about dropping it as I’ve wonky joints. No fecking idea what I thought I was about, but my hip went & as I then slipped & twisted (& generally caused myself some impressive-looking bruising as I tried-&-failed to avoid falling) I basically lobbed the tub across the bathroom. I had been trying to close it, and it was only half full, so the resultant mess could have been much worse, but it was quite bad enough - cream all over the floor, on the door, on the basin, on the radiator, on the loo, on the clothes I’d been going to put on... it’s a really viscous-thick cream too - the floor stayed slippy for ages, not exactly ideal when you fall all the time as it is!

(On totally unrelated note, @Elderflower14, do you pronounce the H in “habdabs”? And do you mind saying where you’re from/where you got that variation of expression from? Am genuinely fascinated as hadn’t ever encountered it, only abdabs, so looked it up & apparently it’s most likely that habdabs is an overcorrection - which would explain my not encountering it, as Inner London born & bred, so from amongst the people who’d be assumed to be dropping their Hs; & it’s no longer in such common usage that I had chance to explore when at Uni... Sorry everyone, just get a bit excited about etymology & linguistics & this is all New & Shiny for me... obviously if anyone else wants to tell me about their views on having the screaming [h]abdabs am all ears, but also not wanting to be thread-hijacky, clearly.)

Bought five jars of pesto for making a few dishes when batch cooking. Sat and watched helplessly (Was taking medication) as five jars of pesto rolled off the kitchen counter and smashed one after the other.

The floor is still green tinged, and I still daren't walk into the kitchen barefoot

Left a bag full of brand new makeup alone with DD aged three. And a brand new carpet. Don't know which one I was more upset about...

@MarieVanGoethem Mum and I both say Hab Dabs. We are in East Anglia..

Literally just last night DH went upstairs and DD asked him to blow out a small candle she had left burning in her bedroom. He did blow it out but I went up to open some windows cos of the smell and thought I would check it was out properly. It was still glowing slightly so took a big breath and blew. Hot melted wax went everywhere. In my mouth, eyes, hair, all over DD's fleece jacket and some jeans! Had to scrub and pick the wax from jacket, thankfully washed it today and it's ok. Lesson learnt.

Brought a load of laundry down to be washed, balanced a full disposable nappy on the top, to put in the bin on the way past. Managed to forget it was there, unloaded the washing machine when the cycle had finished only to find everything covered in wet nappy gel and bits of plastic. That was not fun to clean up.

When I was a KP working in a restaurant at about 14/15, I was carrying a huge vat of tomato soup down the stairs to the fridge and slipped. One of the waitresses screamed and cried she thought I'd done something horrific to myself 😂 oh god though, it took weeks to get all the splashes off the walls. Had to repaint in the end as the white walls had an orangey tinge. Scraped all the skin off my bum/back/neck on the 'safety' edges of the stairs as well 😬

I was once giving ferrous sulphate liquid (brown and sticky) down an NG tube, but the tube was blocked. I pushed harder and it exploded everywhere. The stain stayed on the ceiling for years, despite being washed off. The patient was covered, as was the bed and myself!

I once put two eggs (whole) in the microwave (I was about 12) after hearing a bang I took them out and the second egg proceeded to explode all over the kitchen- roof floor, nooks and crannies. I was not in the good books for weeks

Years ago really drunk with a friend in an apartment in Italy, I smashed a glass everywhere, I'd lost my specs and she was desperate for the loo so I gave her the travel guide and a notebook to use as shoes and drag to the bathroom.

Squishing bananas in handbags used to be a favourite - I actually bought a banana box when I was working.

When I moved from a rented property I managed to take some moth friends with me. I noticed the occasional one in the cupboard but I never knew this could become such a problem.

After a year I was noticing a lot of moths, appearing on different walls of the house. I moved a few things around and was horrified to find larvae had eaten circular holes in the carpets. Two visits from Rentokil, freezing every single item of clothing, £500 later I managed to get rid of them.

In Tesco getting milk and beers. In slow motion one beer slipped from my hand and as I tried to get it I dropped the lot.
3 glass beers and a 4 pint milk exploded.
A staff lady walked round and said don't worry about it and I scuttled off.

I also, in a rental cottage, shook a Ribena bottle hard. The lid was hardly on so i just sprayed Ribena over the ceiling, kitchen, and my face.

My daughters 5th birthday party. She wanted fish fingers and fries for her 11 friends. (This was 1989 when parties were much simpler!)
The children all stood round the dining table. I got the ketchup and gave it a good shake. A VERY good shake.
The lid was already off and I literally covered every child in sauce, as well as the walls of the dining room. It looked like a massacre!