mountains out of molehills
Whoever said not to cry over spilled milk has obviously never had it happen while trying to coordinate lunch for a preschooler, toddler and baby. It goes EVERYWHERE. And you can't just let it sit there. You need to clean it up now.
So, you reluctantly abandon feeding the baby to grab a towel and do so. Meanwhile the toddler (who spilled the milk, by the way) is holding his cup and urgently saying, "Milk, milk, milk, milk" as if you didn't realize it was empty. You take a calming yoga breath before sweetly saying you'll get it in a minute, but he'll start to cry very loudly anyway. You grit your teeth, get on your hands and knees to wipe under the table and notice dried white dots speckling the legs of chairs and the table pedestal from previous spills. You curse silently knowing you have lost momentum on feeding the baby and now she will probably purse her lips and wave her hands frantically at anything on a spoon that comes near her face. The preschooler decides it's a perfect time to say, "Look at me, Mommy. I eat my crust. Aaaahhhhhh." and will not close his mouth until you to acknowledge his heroic feat. The cherry on top is that you've shelled out the big bucks for organic milk because God knows there are enough natural hormones flowing around the house. Any more and someone's going to grow some extra fingers.
So, the flow of liquid white gold has been staunched and cleaner dispensed generously. Towels and rags are tossed in front of the washing machine for later. You weren't planning on adding laundry to the day's to-do list, but now if you don't, the mudroom will acquire a faint sour milk smell. The cup has been refilled for the toddler (and by refilled I mean one inch of milk is poured in) and the baby's food has gone cold, but you sit down and try to restart the feeding anyway. You muster your best fake smile in an effort to get her to open her mouth, but she's not buying it and ends up whacking the spoon with her hand sending a sprinkling of barley and prunes in all directions. The preschooler has finished lunch and is asking to be wiped off, so you give up on the baby, toss a handful of puffs on her tray and head to the sink. The toddler begins squawking and, as you come back to the table with a warm, damp washcloth in hand, you see the dog eating something...the toddler's peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
See, it's not just one molehill. It's never just one molehill. These are the molehills that pile on top of each other making the rest of the day seem like an insurmountable range of peaks stretching as far as the eye can see. Lady Gaga's seamstress has it easier than you. Have you eaten yet? No. Were you hoping to start that liquid diet today? Yes. Will you? Only if the nutritious fruit smoothie with wheat germ is spiked with rum. Does a little spilled milk really make you cry? Some days it does...some days it does.