There were going to be breadsticks tonight along with our Italian Veal Stew. That was the plan, anyway, until I woke up this morning and discovered that while I was sleeping, some demolition had taken place in the powder room. A pipe in the bathroom above that one had leaked, and the ceiling started to cave in late last night. My husband and older son removed the damaged section of the ceiling and I called a plumber this morning to take care of the pipe.
I found this note on the bathroom door at 5:45 this morning.
So the bread didn't happen because by the time the plumber finished it was 1:30 and I had a huge mess to clean up. At that point, bread wasn't even on my radar screen.
Except for the hole in the ceiling, the bathroom is now spotless.
It's all good until the plumber's bill gets here.
In the meantime, I've got the rest of the dinner cooking and we'll just live without the bread. (Still hungry? Have some raw baby carrots.) And when we're done eating, it'll be time to deliver a plate to Middle Sister, who's started work with the stage crew on her high school's spring musical production.
Yes, I deliver a plate of dinner to her at school. She's been there since 7:50 this morning, gone through a full school day and a track practice, and then moved on to stage crew. When she gets home, there's homework to do.
Besides, she asked me to.
It's a win-win as far as I'm concerned. I don't have to shell out $5 or more per day to keep her in fast food. She's not eating fast food. (That's reason enough right there.) School is only a mile away, so a 15-minute round trip is worth the time and gas to give her a good meal.
And she asked. Believe me when I tell you that I don't take that lightly. That request says a few things to me: she likes "home food" better than fast food, she doesn't want to waste money on junk food, and she still needs me. She's 16. She's not going to need me for too many things too much longer.
So for the next couple of months, I will, whenever possible, deliver Meals on Wheels to my daughter at school. That's how I roll.
It's much more fun than cleaning up a destroyed bathroom. I only wish I had some breadsticks to put with her dinner.