It was spectacular.
The apartment was vaccuumed.
The dishes were washed.
Turkey chili was bubbling away in the slow cooker.
My hair was shampooed, conditioned, and blow-dryed.
The baby was snoozing in his bouncy seat.
The dogs were happily munching on their bones.
Classical music was playing.
I was smoothly making my way through a bunch of piled-up emails.
And I had a Peppermint Patty in my hand.
Five minutes later…
Baby vomit in my hair, various other unmentionable things on the wall next to the changing table, computer sitting on the floor being walked on by Lucy, Virgil grumping around and chewing on my freshly-vaccuumed carpet, overturned glass of water soaking the sheets in the crib, and the Peppermint Patty sitting forlornly where I left it with nary a bite taken.
But that’s just how it goes. Like I said: control has officially been relinquished…and that’s a good thing.
Sure, I could do without the baby vomit in my hair, but that’s what shampoo is for. And Peppermint Patties? They’ll always be there later.
