Sometimes everything runs smoothly. There is sleep at night, the organized day in my head is matched by reality, the baby is smiley, and dinner takes exactly as much time to cook as I thought it would.
Then there are days when the baby cries and is inconsolable, I don’t get anything done for my classes, cooking takes forever, it starts to rain when there are clothes on the line, and there are caterpillars in the corn.
There is balance in the universe, but, man, those caterpillars are gross. I take some comfort in the knowledge that they are destined for some chickens’ stomachs.
Caroline Mitchell Carrico 