"Can you hold this?"

This must be documented. I don't know how long I have ("in" a meeting)- but here we go... in the last 1 hour the following succession of events occured:
-got home from work, peaceful, baby is happy, hubby is happy- talk to my sister who just had her baby- bliss bliss.
-hubby reminds me we need to get snacks for evening meeting that we are both running (unusual to both run one meeting- but it is the case tonight). I volunteer to get veggie tray from store and off I go as baby is still napping but should get up soon and want to eat.
-grocery store trip a success- one of those rare occasions when the express line opens up just as you walk up and it takes you all of 2 minutes. beautiful.
-I think- gosh- that was quick, and I have a $20 gift card to Starbucks - and Starbucks is across the street- I deserve a little treat and so does Jason- I'll stop by!
this is when Murphy's law goes into affect.
-Starbucks takes a moderate amount of time, I listen to two college students "totally raving" about some music that is "so money" and "awesome man, Yes to it all!" I think it was music- maybe it was something else. I suddenly felt old as I was sure one of my boobs had started dripping. I get my mocha for me and a caramel apple something for Jason. Go to the car- drive home.
-I get home and the door is opened for me by Jason with baby crying in arms and dog close behind with muddy feet. Jason wants me to feed Hunter and stop the dog from walking anywhere until he can get to his paws (how I can do both- not sure). So I stand with Hunter, crying in my arms and block Bruno, our St. Bernard from the door (he's not smart enough to know that A- there's another door and B- he's stronger than me). Jason gets a towel- I grab my mocha and notebook and head to the nursery.
-I put mocha down, then put notebook down- you know what is going to happen... notebook slides into mocha and mocha falls falls falls down to the floor. It looked like a mocha kamikazi. I have never seen a spill go in so many directions. I said loudly and very clearly "shit!" Jason asks what happened- and to keep the suspense going I say nothing and stare at chocolate remains on the walls, chair, floor, table, and rug. Jason rushes in assuming Hunter has been horribly disfigured to find me staring, Hunter crying, and our hardwood floors slowly staining brown.
-Jason rushes to clean up the mocha. I smell distinct odors of poop and change Hunter who is hungry and poopy- which makes for a loud diaper change. Jason tidies up the rocking chair enough for me to sit in with Hunter who no longer has pants. Enter muddy St. Bernard. In the commotion, his paws were never completely cleaned and so add paw prints to mocha kamikazi. Bruno wants to lick the mocha, Hunter is trying to eat and I'm directing Jason to missed spots on the blinds and behind the crib. Bruno finally gets evicted, Hunter gets fed and the nursery is somewhat cleaned with a faint smell of chocolate and coffee (not bad). We have 15 minutes til said meeting.
-Jason leaves for meeting, Hunter spits up, I gather my things and head to meeting. We start meeting, Hunter starts talking- only he is experimenting with high decibel yelling right now- so I leave and Jason and I literally tag team the rest of the meeting.
-in typing this I have led 1/2 of a training meeting, nursed Hunter, encouraged him to roll over and noticed dried spit up on my sleeve. He now needs a poopy diaper changed.

It's not a good thing when you say to your husband at work "Can you hold this?" and he points out that "this" is your son. Why am I working again?