i have heard the saying many a time, "crying over spilt milk." well, this morning i cried over spilt dog food. after helping the little ones get dog food from the pantry, i slipped, dog food in hand, wedging myself in between the pantry door and the counter, spilling dog food across the floor. i spilt the dog food on the same floor where i just (seconds ago) vacuumed. then, once retrieving the cup full of small pieces, i spilt it again. and i cried.
in the grand view of life spilling dog food is not a biggie. tomorrow i will even look back in laughter, but, in that moment, it seemed so big.