Did you wonder where I had gone? Yeah, it’s been a while. You’re probably wondering how the month has gone, what with the new budget plan and all. Well, I’ll tell you, I thought I had failed. Yes, about the middle of last week, as I was dipping into this week’s grocery budget and thinking to myself, “Okay…that leaves $40 for incidentals NEXT week, which will be okay, because we shouldn’t need a lot…but…dang! This wouldn’t be happening if I hadn’t dipped into this week’s budget last week!…” I was not convinced I was going to make it.
Then, this week rolled around. I somehow hit the grocery sale jackpot and came home with all of these scads and scads of wonderful foods (brussels sprouts, broccoli, milk, cereal, yogurt, potatoes, corn, peas, spinach, vegetarian chicken patties…). I mean, this was good stuff ~ and more than enough to get by on for the rest of the week. Justice made vegetable tempura one night, I made curried vegetable soup the next. We had homemade wheat bread and homemade Hawaiian rolls. I made broccoli, tofu and noodles for dinner, we put great things like veggie chicken patties and mashed potatoes in the kids’ lunchboxes. We were living the high life, and feeling pretty danged good about it.
That is, until today.
Last night two important events occurred.
1. I opened the sliding door of my car to let a child out, and it didn’t click into the “open” position. The door swung heavily and swiftly into my ankle. I can barely walk, but haven’t had time to get it checked out yet. I am still hoping for a miraculous recovery, to be perfectly honest, but my entire foot is numb a full day later, so I am thinking it might be time to check in with the local clinic.
2. At about 3:00 a.m. (which was really this morning, for those of you paying close attention, but it feels like last night, because I was asleep at the time…I mean, until I wasn’t), I awoke with a start. Wasn’t sure why, but I felt the need to check the kitchen. Oh, yeah! I had brewed a small pot of decaf late in the evening, and was afraid I had forgotten to turn it off before bed. I went to check. The coffeepot was, indeed, still on, so I turned it off. Then, I turned around to head back to bed, and realized that there was standing water in both sides of the kitchen sink. I told Shane, who had worked until stupid o’clock in the morning, and he replied, “grumble mumble grumble-mumble,” which, naturally, I interpreted as, “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll take care of it in the morning.” I tossed and turned for a couple of hours until it was time to get kids up for school.
Shane was surprised to hear about the sink (seems we don’t all remember everything that is said to us while we are sleeping. Go figure), which had started to leak onto the floor (don’t judge me - - it was 3 a.m.). He decided to try turning on the disposal to see if the sink would drain. It did. Out the bottom. All over the kitchen. We threw every single towel we could find on the floor, put a bucket under the sink, made breakfasts and lunches and got kids off to school. On time, no less.
Shane did the lion’s share of cleanup, and then I carried out all of the stuff that had been under the sink, pulled up the rugs (yes, we had two small rugs in our kitchen, to cover broken tiles we are still waiting to have fixed) and mopped. After that, I ran a job to the printer, grabbed a cup of coffee, called property management and waited to hear about when the plumber would be here. I figured I couldn’t go see the doctor about my ankle, because I would need to be home for the plumber.
At about 12:30, I got a call from the person who schedules his appointments. She was very apologetic (and called me “honey”), but told me that the plumber would not be over until tomorrow afternoon.
Now, some time after running the job to the printer, I had realized that I had better stop running anywhere. My ankle HURTS. I think I was so caught up in trying to get things done that I didn’t bother to pay attention to it, but it is kind of wobbly, and it really, really hurts. So, as I stood there on my sore ankle, looking forlornly at the dirty dishes (from breakfast and lunch prep) piled on the stove, I made an executive decision. If we can’t wash dishes until tomorrow afternoon, we won’t use dishes until tomorrow afternoon. So…THERE!
I was going to order in tonight, but decided, instead, to get a bunch of sandwich stuff. Good for dinner, and we’ll have leftovers for kids’ lunches the next day. The kids were with me, and we might have gotten a little carried away. We might have also bought some yogurt and fruit…and maybe some hummus…and a little bit of olive tapenade…and paper plates, too. Compostable, and made from plant fibers, but paper plates, nonetheless. What can I say? It was one of those days. Of course, we know we are very fortunate to be able to say, “Budget, schmudget!” and throw caution to the wind sometimes. Today, we needed to go over budget and just have a nice, happy, stress-free dinner, with no clean up time. Some of us cleaned up enough already.