And then install the car seat, change her clothes, let the dog out and change my clothes. When I dare to peek at the clock, I can't believe I'm still on time. This is the first day of the rest of my life. I jump out of bed and march to the kitchen. I wash, peel, chop, season, stir and simmer.
Laundry is sorted, washed, dried and even folded.
It feels great to be in control, for once. Feeling smug, I pop breakfast into the microwave, and a minute later I'm easing into the comfy couch. I realize what I've forgotten. The smugness evaporates. Another field day for plaque.