Thirteen loads of laundry ooze out of Caleb's pack-n-play.
Faster than Eli's flying grape juice, I'll rescue my ESV study Bible, train the toddler's temper, and orchestrate dinner extraordinaire.
Caleb's cough escalates. Vick's Vapor Rub on a washcloth down his onsie and he'll be cured by morning. No hurdle can stall supermom.
"I'll do that later", pledges Prince Procrastinator as I banish boxes of books to the garage. Turn the soup to simmer. Breathe.
Crash!
The laundry room shelving lands on the floor. My foot finds the sharp point of a spilled tack.
I fall on my face.
"Honey, call for pizza."
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