We all have these moments

     Everything was going just fine this morning. I ran to CVS and was proud to have saved 70% on my grocery bill. I got home and grabbed the five bags of groceries and my baby and headed up to our third floor apartment. On the way across the yard one of the bags ripped, and a jar of spaghetti sauce landed on the cement. I picked up the jar and noticed it looked fine. So I put it on the baby's lap in the car seat to keep it from falling again. Then I rearranged my bags of groceries and headed up the three flights of stairs to our apartment. 

     Once I got our apartment door unlocked, I turned around to see a jar of mayonnaise rolling off the balcony. There was nothing I could do to stop it. It hit the pavement below. I wasn't sure if it had broken or not because it was plastic--so I hoped for the best as I put the baby and groceries inside. I took the spaghetti jar out of the car-seat and placed it on the counter, then scurried down the three flights of stairs to get the mayonnaise. Towards the bottom of the last flight of stairs, I smelled the sweet smell of mayonnaise. Upon arriving at the scene, I discovered the lid had popped off splattered mayonnaise all over the steps and on our neighbors bikes. I grabbed what was left of the container, screwed the lid back on and rushed back up the 3 flights of stairs to get a bucket of soapy water. Then I hurried back down to wash off the bikes and stairs. I repeated this process a couple times until the bikes and stairs were sufficiently washed off.      

    By the time I was done with the cleanup job I headed to the kitchen and noticed that the jar of spaghetti sauce must have cracked when it fell because there was spaghetti sauce all over the counter and dripping onto the floor. Then the baby started to fuss--I looked at her and realized she had spaghetti sauce on her too. So while she cried her heart out, I rushed to clean things up so I could fill her tub on the kitchen sink. That is when I lifted that spaghetti jar off the counter and it broke in my hand slicing my finger.  

      This is the moment I stopped and surveyed the chaos. I had a baby screaming for my attentions, spaghetti sauce dripping off the counter, soggy mayonnaise covered rags in the sink, and blood dripping from my finger.
       Of course it all worked out and I got everything cleaned up including sweet baby. I laid her down for her nap. Life resumed its course.