a small domestic breakdown

"I am of certain convinced that the greatest heroes 

are those who do their duty in the daily grind of domestic affairs 

whilst the world whirls as a maddening dreidel." 

— Florence Nightingale

 I have yet to get into a routine with our furry new addition. 

So as soon as Mr. D finally got home around 10pm, 

I found myself in the middle of a full fledged domestic breakdown -

frantically scrubbing the bathroom and kitchen while plotting
future meals in my head and wishing I was in that scene in Sleeping Beauty
when the fairies manage to make a cake WHILE mopping the floor -

and just then [as I was willing the broom to dance across the kitchen floor]
husband wrapped me up and told me not to worry
and I could feel my body melting away in his arms.

This morning, as I stood over the stove making hard boiled eggs

- staring deep into the bubbling water -

I found myself repeating in my head,

"I can do this... I can do this..."

Hopefully I'm not losing my mind, too.