I returned, with aching abs, to a toddler running laps around the table, shrieking in delight and covered in... something red.
"I didn't follow your baking instructions at all," the husband admitted. "Any dried blood on the baby is mine. Most of it is strawberry. And yes, there are strawberries all over the floor. And I forgot to steam the asparagus. And... I don't know why she's not wearing pants."
The potatoes were still fabulous.
Busy day! My coloring books are ready - Fantastrix is back in print! I have a floor to mop and a catbox to scoop. Now, a shower.