Why is everything an ordeal for me?

I can't begin to count the number of seemingly small matters that have turned into ordeals in the last month.

Let me give you one extremely insignificant example from today.

I wanted to make some rice into which I planned to put a can of cream of mushroom soup. Easy enough. You don't even have to know how to do anything fancy to make this meal. Oh, and I wanted some broccoli.

I cooked the broccoli. I'm good at that, do it all the time.
I got the rice out and read the directions on how to cook it about 15 times while the broccoli was cooking. Trying to cement it in my mind so I could put the package away as soon as I removed the necessary rice. Reading the directions alerted me that 1 cup of rice, mixed with 1 3/4 cup of water would work. I decided to double the amounts because I figured I could eat on it for the next few days.
When I read "Makes 4 servings.", I thought it meant the entire bag.
It means 1 cup of rice = 4 servings.
The rice grew and grew and grew. I had a hard time finding tupperware that would hold all of this rice.
It took forever to cook.
And then there was this seemingly endless supply of rice.

Ordeal, people.
All I wanted was some flavorful rice with broccoli. What I got was a month's worth of rice and a sink full of dishes.

At least I have a full tummy.