My wife works one day a week, normally on Thursdays; but, this week she also worked on Friday. Friday morning my daughter-in-law called. They had a minor emergency and she wondered if I could come over to babysit my granddaughter while she took my grandson to the doctor (he's fine - btw). His appointment wasn't until the afternoon; so, I didn't need to be there until noon.
So, I decided to do as much ahead of time as I could. I made the meatloaf, wrapped it in plastic, and put it in the refrigerator - ready to go right into the oven. I roasted the garlic and put it in the fridge covered in plastic. I washed and cut up the potatoes and had them on the stove covered in water so that it just had to be turned on.
The missionaries were supposed to arrive at 5:30pm. I wasn't sure what time I would be home; but, my wife worked until 4pm; so, she'd be home with plenty of time to cook everything.
The plan was foolproof - or so I thought . . .
- My daughter-in-law got hung up at the doctor and didn't get back until after 5:00pm - mind you, it's a 45 minute drive to my house.
- Shortly after 5:00pm I was in my car. I called home to see how dinner was going - and no one answered the phone. I called my wife's cell phone - she hadn't left work yet. She had gotten hung up.
- At 5:30pm she called me. She had spoken with the missionaries - and they were hung up and were going to be late (thank goodness!); but, she was hung up in traffic - seems a traffic light was out and cars were backed up for quite a ways.
Now we have an uncooked meatloaf in the fridge which I'm not quite sure what to do with. We already have dinner plans for tonight and tomorrow; so, I could put it in the freezer and have it sometime next week. Or I could go ahead and cook it and use it for sandwiches.
It was going to be a fabulous meal . . . oh well, at least the missionaries were cute [slaps face - I didn't just type that]