"I've become Zen," I told my sister. Or rather, I yelled it, which is very Zen if you ask me.
3,000 miles away from me, she could hear through the phone what she couldn't see. The crashing of trains, the dumping of Legos, the jumping from the sofa -- all the things my children do all day long.
"I have a new view of cleaning," I called over the chaos.