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As of the beginning of this writing, it is 10:30 AM on Monday morning and the laundry is completely finished. I am unstoppable. BRING IT ON, MONDAY!
Mondays are hard, aren’t they? Just waking up; it’s almost painful. It was for us this morning. Especially after I had a dream that my husband moved to Florida without me (RUDE). But my 24-year Monday survival rate is 100% so far, so I think I’m doing pretty good.
Let me tell you about our weekend. Friday night, we ate dinner, waited a couple of hours, then ran. (The Texas death heat forces us to run late in the evening, much to my dismay.) It was one of those runs where you literally want to die. We got home and decided to watch a movie (Bourne Legacy, so good!). All that to say, we ended up going to bed really late (we’re old souls that are in bed before 9:30 every night). So we’re laying there, and my husband had already fallen asleep. I was drifting off to sleep, when suddenly …
BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!
The smoke alarm goes off. The smoke alarm that I didn’t even know had batteries in it (yeah, I know, that’s not safe, blah blah blah). The smoke alarm that has literally NEVER made a sound for the entire TWO YEARS that I’ve lived here. Yeah, that smoke alarm.
And it wasn’t even the one little beep that it does when the battery is dying. It was the “OH MY GOSH YOUR HOUSE IS ON FIRE AND YOU’RE GOING TO DIE” beep.
It starts beeping, and my husband goes into attack mode. We maybe watch a little TOO much Jason Bourne, because I’m confident he could have taken down a killer at that point. We jump out of bed to see what’s happening … and nothing happens.
Seriously. It did the three quick beeps and then never made another sound. We checked the oven and stove just to be sure, and nothing was on. Nothing was on fire. Our house is still standing. Just a little heart attack on a Friday night. You know, the norm.
Thankfully, after the terror of Friday night, Saturday was pretty uneventful, and Sunday came all too quickly. On Sunday mornings, I have to be at church several hours before service starts for band practice. We don’t get out until around 12:30, but I insist on us having a nice meal for Sunday lunch, so our options are Crock Pot meals (this is an excellent resource for that, by the way) or something that can be cooked in less than 30 minutes.
I had a pork tenderloin in the freezer for a few weeks now, and I finally decided I was going to make it. I got on Pinterest and found a recipe. It looked great, so I figured I’d just take about 15 minutes on Sunday morning and throw it in the Crock Pot.
Well, um, yeah. Apparently I didn’t actually LOOK at the recipe, because when I opened it up on Sunday morning, I had about 12% of what I would actually need to make that meal. Plus, the tenderloin is browned before it goes in the slow cooker, and ain’t nobody got time for that.
Defeated, I told my husband that I had no idea what we were going to do for lunch. He spoke these words:
“Do I need to pick up a pizza?”
The “perfect” (hahahaha) little homemaker in me cringes at the idea of eating store-bought pizza for Sunday lunch. On top of that, we eat extremely healthy and store-bought pizza definitely does not fall into the health-conscious category.
But the other part of me really loves it, and we were out of options, so I told him yes. He went by the store after church and got a pizza AND a bag of Baked Lays, because he loves me and knows they’re my favorite. We ate our pizza, and you know what? It was DELICIOUS, and Sunday lunch is no worse for the wear. I’d call that a success.
We survived a smoke alarm and store-bought pizza this weekend. How was your weekend?