How My Day Ended Today

We're sitting at dinner (at home) eating pizza. Fresh out of the oven. And a piece falls from my fork (yes, I like to cut my pizza with knife and fork) onto the table and tumbles on to my shirt and then my jeans. My good jeans. Pizza sauce is on the white table cloth. (Why a white table cloth when I have small children? Because it was my go-to table cloth when the other is in the wash.) Its on my shirt. Did I mention it just came out of the oven so its a tad hot? And pizza sauce on my jeans. At the part where the zipper connects with the two leg holes - that part. And I say out loud, "Yes Lord. Thank you. I get it. I am not in control." Good grief.