I’m giving myself a little back-pat. I just got the baby dressed for church, packed his diaper bag, got my husband up in time to get himself ready, and managed to make myself look like I got more than four hours of sleep. I RULE! Now I just have to feed the cat and we’re out the door in plenty of time to make the 7:30 mass. Victory!
I take the lid off the cat food Tupperware, take out the can,
and scoop a big spoonful. I field a question from my husband as I dollop the food in the dish. I look up to see my husband with a puzzled look on his face.
“What?” I ask.
“Shouldn’t you put the food in her dish?” He says.
I look down. I dolloped the food alright. Right back into the plastic container the can is stored in. So much for my morning victory.
What do you do when you realize your writing hasn’t turned out as well as you planned?