and the case of the missing pizza…
Early this evening I left the house on “errands.” At least that’s what I told the younger children. The truth is I just wanted to get out of the house. Those of you who work from home and are the primary caregiver to your family can relate. There are some people who have the luxury of getting up on a Saturday and doing what they want to do without consideration or thought to anyone else’s desires. Even if those other individuals live in the same house.
My errands consisted of slowly browsing around Barnes & Noble and a possible stop to Walmart for some item that was yet to be determined. A little while before arriving at Barnes & Noble I had decided to get a gift for Anna who will be 3 on Wednesday. I walked directly to the children’s section as I chatted on my cell phone (no, I was not talking loudly) and when I focused in on the books I noticed that lots of shelves were empty. When I said a lot, I’m talking about rolling shelves that were cleared, moved from their regular area and lined up against the wall.
Long story short: The Barnes & Noble that I frequent is closing.
I digress. That has nothing to do with the light and the pizza.
I found something for Anna then went to Walmart to browse the office supplies, artwork and pick up a free grocery items. When I left Walmart I saw that it was about 10 p.m. (I left the house around 7) and I was content in knowing that the children would be in bed and I could enjoy the rest of the evening in relative peace and quiet.
I pulled into the driveway and saw the light on in their room. Surely I was mistaken, I thought, as I stared at the window and willed the light to turn off. Maybe someone needed something or was sick. Not the case.
When I opened the front door I was greeted by a medley of little voices and little people. “What are you guys doing up?”
“You’re not the pizza man,” I thought I heard someone say.
“You just ordered pizza?” I directed the question to my teenager.
“Yea,” she said, “’bout three hours ago.”
Turns out she ordered the pizza around 8 and according the online ordering system the pizza was scheduled to arrive around 8:45 p.m. At something after 9 she called. They told her he was en route or something like that. Another call quite some time after that said he would be here in 10 minutes… and so on.
It’s 11:58 and the pizza never arrived. And they never called. I fixed the children grilled cheese sandwiches (they had already eaten fruit and French fries while they waited) and sent them to bed feeling a little sad about the missing pizza.
Although I should be asleep now I wanted to enjoy the quiet so I decided to share the evening’s events with you. The sandman seems to be kicking in so I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Make sure you tell me how your weekend has been.