Thursday, May 7, 2009

The Plan Was...

At 2:00 I was congratulating myself on having dinner ready and waiting for the oven.
At 2:19 I was in the shower.
I needed to be at the middle school
at 2:47 to pick-up my daughter, otherwise
at 2:48 I would receive a text message asking, "Where ARE you?" and again
at 2:49, "Are you coming???"
I would bring my daughter home and be at the elementary school
at 3:17 to pick-up my non-asthmatic boys.
At 3:31 I would put dinner in the oven, and
at 4:00 I would be at work helping my students fall in love with grammar.
BUT,
at 2:35 an asthmatic boy called up the stairs,
"Wow, Mommy! The dog really likes what we're having for dinner!"
SO,
at 3:44 I was redistributing what was left of the casserole and adding a little more cheese.
At 4:30 the family ate dinner while I was work.
As of 8:50, each family member is, to the best of my knowledge, still alive.

10 comments:

Mental P Mama said...

gah

Decadent Housewife said...

I'd be more worried about the dog. Isn't cheese bad for them? :)

won said...

What is a quilted picture? You can email me at won2xx@gmail.com if it's better that way. Thanks! It looks interesting.

Jeannelle said...

Wow, you follow a really tight schedule. Thank goodness for ovens to cook away germs, eh.

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

Never a dull moment!

Mary Ellen said...

I hope the final chapter of this story was, "and then I had some wine and fell into bed."

Busy Bee Suz said...

You should know better than try to get things done ahead of schedule...life won't allow it!!!
So your dog counter surfs too? Agghhh!!!

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

Wait. Is that the Sonic drink you spilled in your lap I see?

imbeingheldhostage said...

Did everyone else like it as much as the dog?

Don't you just hate those days?

ladyfi said...

Too funny! The oven should kill those germs - but is the dog OK?