Pull out your tiniest violin

I put the baby down for a nap.

I started a small load of blackberry-stained baby laundry. So as not to set. 

I re-made the bed with clean sheets, including the damn duvet which is damn near impossible to line up with the damn comforter inside.

I cleaned up the lunch dishes.

I made the baby bed in our room up with clean sheets.

I called back a friend, left a message.

I jotted down a few things on my To Do.

Feeling pretty much totally excited I warmed up a cup of coffee.

I fetched my laptop.

I grabbed the book I am currently in the middle of ohmyGODCANNOTPUTDOWN.

I sat down, settled into the couch, picked up coffee and reached for book.

I heard baby cry.

And you know the damndest thing? If he weren't so absolutely wonderful, I might have minded.