Pass the butter, please

Accomplishment is found in nine dinner rolls. Silent gratitude turns to attitude. Spinning my wheels, screeching to a halt. Try to count the feelings that flew by. I dare you.

Double dog. Double dutch.

Too many things to juggle and maintain focus and maintain a smile and maintain finger nails that haven't been gnawed down past the point of nail bed comfort.

So it has to stay small and it has to stay manageable and it has to remain within sight, within grasp.

The tub is shallow and can easily overflow. And I just have to wonder where Mr. Bubbles is when I need him. He's gone for the day, he's out to lunch, he's back in five.

Not here, not now, not here, not now.

And so I return to the dinner rolls. With a sense of accomplishment in my stomach.