Last week, as I was waiting for a contractor to arrive and provide an estimate for a niggling little job (which means you are not exactly at the top of their priority list), my daughter called and asked if I would please bring her lunch to her. She'd left it on the counter - usually, I'd let the natural consequences kick in so it wouldn't happen again, but she's not one who usually forgets things like that and the 'lesson' would've been lost on her.
Her call reminded me that my son had called earlier asking me to please bring him a lunch because the school was no longer offering lunches in exchange for wiping tables. No I do not force the children to work off their meals, but I don't support school lunch (do you know where that stuff comes from?) Anyway, we've got all sorts of unhealthy food at home for him to take, but if he wants to work off some tater tots, I'm not going to stop him.
Meanwhile I really needed to get Ty's samples to the lab, but first had to pick up a lab order, then run it to the hospital. I was also trying to meet some friends for lunch because I rarely do that sort of thing, and besides I had "nothing" on my schedule. At least I didn't when I woke up that morning.
The contractor finally showed, but I couldn't do any of the rest of it until my aunt arrived. (I'm so glad she did) I dropped off one lunch, picked up the lab order, dropped off the labs, got stuck in construction traffic, dropped off lunch #2 just in time, and then made it over to my lunch date. The food was tasty and the company was great.
I headed downtown to windowshop, and realized just in time that I had a meeting back home. I was only 20 minutes late, but it went long and ran right into dinner prep time. Can I tell you how wonderful it is that Mr. O knew my day had been nuts and he never asked, "What's for dinner?"
Sometimes, it's just a cereal for dinner kind of day.