That Moment

That moment when you make the bed so beautifully, it belongs in a magazine.
That moment when you can't find the remote to turn off the TV.
That moment when you realize you made the bed with the @#$%'n remote inside.
That moment when you unmake the professionally-made bed.
That moment when you search the bed for clues like Nancy Drew.
That moment when you start to weep, quietly in despair.
That moment when you find the @#$%'n remote embedded in the comforter.
That moment when your sanity returns for a brief yet glorious moment.