We returned home from church at about 2:00 p.m. I immediately set about cleaning up my kitchen. Once the dishes were all washed, I peeled potatoes in preparation for dinner so we could have mashed potatoes with the roast cooking in the Crock Pot. Then I decided to cut up the cantaloupe. Then I thought I should clean and cup the tops off the strawberries. I followed that by washing and chopping a head of iceberg lettuce and two bunches of Romaine lettuce. I boiled three eggs. Then, as a final flourish to my exemplary homemaking, I decided to bake banana bread using my Martha Stewart cookbook.
My husband suggested that I go to a movie while he took the kids to football conditioning. We talked about it and I decided on a 5:00 p.m. showing of “The Proposal.” (I had to work tonight at 9 p.m.) Perfect.
While the bread was baking, I rushed upstairs to help my daughter clean her disaster of a bedroom. It was truly horrible, but we managed to find a place to stash all her stuffed animals. My secret hope was that I would find her missing Nintendo DS. Which I did. Because I rock. It was zippered into a small backpack which was shoved into the bottom of a toybox under a dozen stuffed animals. It’s been missing for weeks, maybe months.
The stove buzzer rang. My son hollered upstairs to let me know. I ran downstairs, pulled out the banana bread. It looked perfect. Then I lost my mind. Completely.
I lost my mind because I looked at the clock and it was 4:30 p.m., the time I had intended to be already on my way to the movie. So, without further ado, I got out a cooling rack so I could let the banana bread cool. Then I stupidly decided to remove it from the pan by dumping it upside down. The loaf fell into a steaming clump of banana bread onto the rack. The bottom of the pan retained the bottom of the bread. Oops.
Then I realized I hadn’t boiled the potatoes to accompany the roast. In fact, I had no idea it was so late. I’d been lost in a time warp of stuffed animals and old stickers and markers and doll clothes and blankets.
So, in one fell swoop, I lost my Suzy Homemaker badge. I ran upstairs to inform my husband that I didn’t get the potatoes cooked or mashed and that I ruined the banana bread but just leave it because it might be okay anyway and bye I have to run or I’m going to be late and sorry I didn’t get dinner quite done.
The movie (“The Proposal”) was good.
When I got home, I cut the banana bread into chunks. I made mashed potatoes.
Another weekend gone in flash. And I handled it with my usual measure of grace and competence.