The Egg Under the Fridge

There is a broken egg under my refrigerator right now.  I dropped it as I put the carton away, and it broke right under the edge of the vent.  The yolk luckily didn't break.  But I can't bend over to clean it up.  And I don't want the kids to make more of a mess (i.e. break the yolk that would then run under the fridge because our floor tilts).  So I've dropped a paper towel on it to sop up the white until Mama Hungry can come home.  It's a tangible reminder of my very human limitations.  We all have them.  And I find I have to work with them, to accept them, in me and in everyone, which means sometimes eggs get broken.  And left under the fridge . . .