Clumsy

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?