Today I used the restroom while all of my children were awake and dinner was cooking.
I should have known I was setting myself up for disaster.
All throughout the 2-3 minutes I was behind a closed door,
one son was knocking and crying because he wanted to come in.
As I washed my hands, hypersensitive smoke detectors began blaring throughout the house.
I came out to a baby crying on the floor
and another son banging on the piano and singing at the top of his lungs.
The baby continued to wail as I held him while scraping globs of
burning whole wheat bread dough
off the bottom of the oven, started the fan, and opened the door
to silence the screeching alarms.
I use the restroom at my own risk.
I was just glad it wasn't a repeat of Friday,
when I dropped a cup of hot chocolate pudding in the freezer,
which splattered everywhere and then froze
right as Lincoln woke up and began to cry, wanting to be fed.
Ah, the dilemma--let the pudding freeze completely all over
or let the baby cry??
I may be clumsy, but at least I can laugh about it, right?