Andrew had been bribed with a bowl of ice cream after dinner if he was good.
I even posted it on Facebook, which meant I was obligated to follow through.
I had the knowledge in the back of my mind that I lived less than five minutes away in case I needed to abandon ship.
And the baby was sleeping peacefully.
And though the real tasks were still ahead of me (unloading the groceries, feeding the boys dinner, bathing them, and putting them to bed), as I looked at my cart and my happy children, the words "Mission Accomplished" came to mind.