While I was in the middle of frenzied packing, barely able to keep an eye on the doings of my little people, one crept in under the radar and upended the entire contents of a super-sized container of Nestle Quick chocolate sauce. It made a lake in the kitchen, and then a trail to the tub as the culprit scooted through it on his behind.
I spent an hour scrubbing and sobbing . . . and praying. And have concluded that it was a refreshing break from the mundane.