Some kinda Easter

Because I'm a complete turd when it comes to anything kitchen related; I took it upon myself to pry open the instapot and make hardboiled eggs using our last corona egg stash. Yes, I fucked em up. Every. Single. One. It was the same feeling when I spilled that flimsy sack of breastmilk all over the counter cuz I couldn't breastfeed either. UDDer (get it) sadness. I legit overcooked them to a point of sheer un–usability (probably not a word but whatever). All the shells were cracked beyond the "cool cracked look" so we couldn't even use them to dye...and never mind eating them cuz they were the color of pale mustard and hard as a rock. Have you attempted finding a dozen eggs during this fucking pandemic on the Saturday before Easter? Yeah, not pretty. So not only can I not produce a drop of milk outta these old dogs; I can't make a hardboiled egg to save my life. Did I also mention Honeybaked Ham never delivered our ham? Typical. So there, Easter in a nutshell. Back I go to Homeschooling and not hairstyling which...let's review; the latter is where I prefer to be and much more experienced at than teaching. SIGH.