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Tuesday evening was full of activities and running around…would’ve been nice to relax with a glass of wine!
Tuesday night was the busiest night I’ve had since the school year started…and it didn’t go as smoothly as I would have hoped.
My six-year-old daughter started gymnastics on Tuesdays from 4:30 to 6:00 P.M.
Guess which night her Girl Scout Troop meets?
Also Tuesday, from 6:15 to 7:15 P.M.! Woo hoo!
Before you start thinking she has a jam-packed schedule with activities every night, let me correct you. She does not.
She does two activities the entire year and they both fall on Tuesdays. Lovely.
Since I knew Tuesday afternoon and evening were going to be busy, I made dinner (stuffed peppers) ahead of time so they could be reheated when it was time to eat.
At 4:15 P.M. I loaded the kids into the car to drive Lilly to gymnastics. It was pouring rain and very windy– a fun time to be out driving!
We dropped her off, drove back home, and arrived to a house without power.
My children refer to this as a “power cut,” which they heard on Peppa Pig. That’s right, it’s not a “power outage” or a “power loss,” it’s a “power cut.” #British
A lot of good it did me to have dinner cooked beforehand, because I couldn’t heat it up.
After rummaging through the pantry and finding nothing that looked good, I settled on peanut butter crackers.
My husband got home from work and it was time for me to head back out to gymnastics.
(Still no power.)
(And still pouring rain.)
I picked Lilly up at gymnastics, shuttled her and her friend to their Daisy (Daisies?) meeting, and realized my stomach was loudly growling.
I debated getting fast food and eating in the car, because I had an hour to kill.
In fact, I drove all the way to Taco Bell just to sit in the parking lot for one minute and then turn around.
I ate a mint that I had in my car instead and decided I would just wait to eat at home, because my husband texted me that the power was back on.
I got the girls from Daisies and by the time we got home it was 7:45.
Keep in mind, I usually eat dinner around 5:00. (Like children and old people.)
I heated up one stuffed pepper, ate it, and was still hungry. So I heated up the second one, dropped the plate as I took it from the microwave, and the entire pepper and its contents spilled all over the floor.
The plate broke and I had no more dinner. But my dog got some food!
This was one of those times where it was like, WINE. NOW.
I would have loved to just sink into the couch with a huge glass of red wine and relax.
But what can you do? I cleaned it up and sprayed some calming spray.
Then I watched Bachelor in Paradise and went to sleep. Another day in the books…sixteen to go.