One of those days

This afternoon was chaos. Sitcom-worthy, stay-at-home-mom-cliche chaos. Burned fingers, burned muffin tins (no, not the actual muffins- just the tins), two pies, lots of tears, a dented frying pan, dishes everywhere, no counter space, five loads of unfolded clean clothes and a frantic attempt to get a hold of someone to bring dinner to me so I don't have to cook. What does Nick come home to? Dinner and smiles. He must think I am so dramatic when he sees all of that and then my don't-even-think-about-touching-me-face. Now the kids are in bed, dishes are done, pies are baked and I get to sit and eat a bowl of ice cream.