Spagetti Splash!

Some days you have it! Some days you don’t! Yesterday I didn’t. Sometimes I rant, rave and blame my husband when things go wrong and sometimes I cry. Yesterday, I cried.

All over ...Spaghetti!

Remember So and So? So and So told the missionaries she would cook them dinner. So and So ended up not being able to cook dinner. I volunteered to cook. The schedule was tight, but hey, I’d already decided what to cook the next day and it should be fine.

The day went as planned until I totally passed out with exhaustion on the couch oblivious to time; Waking up five minutes before the missionaries were suppose to come over for dinner and 20 minutes before I was suppose to be at an appointment (thank goodness I had gotten the hamburger out)!

My husband was suppose to be picking up the missionaries. I called, but things had gone berserk at work and he didn’t even have time to talk. He said he’d call back in five minutes. I didn’t have five minutes! I was still exhausted and overwhelmed and I thought maybe he should just take the missionaries out to eat. My house was a mess, and I didn’t have time or the desire to cook. Five minutes pass ,no call from the husband. I slowly start getting dinner ready half heartedly as I was really just waiting for him to call.

The missionaries called! ACK! I told my appointment I would be late! ACK! Dinner is still slowly cooking! ACK! I’m still slowly moving! ACK! Page the husband, call the cell phone, page the husband, call the cell phone, leave a message, leave a message. Finally, my husband calls…no can do, too busy.

Call the missionaries! Throw the dinner in some tupperware! Where are the lids? Here’s one for the noodles, perfect fit, but what about the sauce? No matching lids. It looks okay, okay put it in. Throw it with the cheese in the plastic bag, get in the car…start driving, call to the appointment, sauce all over the car, pull over, lid off, container tipping, trying to help, making it worse, all over the car, all over the bag, ACK! Husband calls. “I’m coming home now, what do you want me to do?” “Nothing you can do now.” Person on the other line, “Don’t come to the appointment we already finished what we needed to do.” Try to rescue the dinner. Cry. Drive to the missionaries, an hour late…”Hope you weren’t hungry and that you can scope some of the sauce out of the bag.”

Drive home, cry, clean out car, snuggle up with my husband!

I’m glad I didn’t yell at him or blame him, because he had a bad day. I’m glad to know that I did something right. I treated my husband right. Some days you have it and some days you don’t. Sometimes you have something more important than the thing you wish you had.