crying in the fridge.

The other day I put Jack down for a nap and decided to make a sandwich. I prepped the sandwich with all the usual materials and put them back in the fridge. I had a lot on my mind--I tend to let work projects bubble around in my head during times like these. I ate the sandwich while checking my emails; it was a tasty one, maybe my best work even. About a half hour later, while my feet were up and my laptop was revving, I thought I heard a cry. It didn't seem to be coming from the back room where Jack was sleeping. I went into our kitchen nook suspiciously and finally realized this small muffled cry was coming from the fridge! I opened it up a little frightened and found our baby monitor sitting there on the shelf next to the cheese letting me know that jack was stirring awake.

How am I handling being a working mom? Funny you ask.