Dear Children o’ Mine:
Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, (all the best stories start that way), there was a girl. Let’s call her K. K had a little brother. Let’s call him Junior. These two children were about as good as children generally are. They lived with their parents on the Last Frontier. Their mother (let’s call her Mustang), was working from home one day and had a big deadline. Mustang loved her children and was a great mother, an inspiration to many. But that day Mustang made an error. She told K and Junior that she needed one hour. Just one hour. One tiny hour to finish a big project for her work.
K and Junior listened solemnly. They understood what Mustang needed. She needed one hour. One tiny hour to finish a big project and meet her deadline. So what did they do? They left the room. Just as Mustang had requested.
Then they had a noisy, drawn-out, horrible fight. Right outside the door to the room where Mustang was trying to use her one tiny hour to finish her work. They fought as only siblings whose parent is desperate for peace can fight. Mustang tore her hair and rent her clothes. K and Junior did not care.
But like all good stories, this one shows how the universe has a way of coming back to bite you on the ass.
K now has two children. Let’s call them Little Lord Fauntleroy and Captain Jack. K has a big project she’s trying to finish. It’s a book. She needed LLF and the Captain to give her just a little wee tiny bit of time. LLF and the Captain are about as good as children generally are. So when K tried to get that little, tiny, wee piece of work done today, what did they do?
LLF excavated (extensively. thoroughly.) the mint on the windowsill (being about as neat as any two year-old would be), and the Captain threw up all over K (being about as neat as any baby would be).
This children, is called “cosmic balance”.