A couple weeks ago I bought a big ham and put it in the freezer and we planned to invite someone over for Easter dinner since we weren't traveling to family this year. But a big cold bug hit me and the kids a few days before Easter, so we decided to not subject others to those germs and not have to worry about cleaning house and have a quiet day at home with just us. We still needed to eat though! I didn't want to make a 10 pound ham for just our family, so I decided to make a ham and cheese egg bake instead. I was actually pretty proud of myself for thinking of this because it still seemed "Easter-y", I could make it the day before, it used up a stale loaf of sour dough bread that we had not eaten during the week, and we could use our oven timer and have it hot and ready by the time we got home from church. Awesome.
So Sunday morning rolls around and we somehow are able to extract some clean purple outfits out of everyone's closets (boys' vests were the only thing I purchased new for Easter and G of course wanted everyone to match them), open Easter gifts, and get things ready for church mostly on time for us to leave. But I almost forgot about the egg bake! So I called to S and asked him if he could set the oven for the egg bake while I finished packing the diaper bag. He did so with no problem and off we went to church. When we got home there was 3 minutes left on the oven timer and everything looked like it went perfectly! But I didn't smell anything...so I opened the oven door to check and there was NOTHING in it. I meant for S to put the egg bake in the oven and set it, but he did
exactly what I asked him too and just set the oven for the egg bake which he assumed I had already thrown in there. My perfect plan was toast. Grrr.
Soooooooooooooo. Instead of waiting another hour for the egg bake to be done since it was already after 1, we decided to have "Easter" macaroni & cheese and hot dogs instead. =) And you know what? It was easy to make, the kids gobbled it up, and we had a nice relaxing afternoon together, plus now I have a meal ready to go for this week!
Typically at our house, plans never seem to go perfectly, but we do our best to go with the flow and sometimes things work out for the better.
(But lots of times we all end up yelling and in tears, too...don't get me wrong. It's a daily struggle to live life with a measure of grace, but we try, and try to teach the kids how to do that too!)
