Last night, I was planning on being “the perfect wife.” I was going to make dinner from scratch, rather than coming home from work hangry with no dinner plan, resulting in Jordan running out to get Taco Bell at 8:30 at night (yes, that happened this week — we had no food). I went grocery shopping in the morning and placed some of ingredients on the counter before leaving for work, so it would be all ready to go when I got home. It felt like fall outside, and I was pretty excited about making homemade mac & cheese.
When I came home from work, I walked straight to the kitchen to get going on dinner. But before I could do anything, Jordan stopped me, saying that his parents just called and invited us to go out to dinner with them — we needed to be there in 10 minutes. If you know me, you know that last minute plans are not my favorite. Last night was no different. “But don’t you see that I have all of our dinner ingredients spread out on the counter?” “And don’t you know that I rushed to the grocery store before work this morning?” If we were going to go out to dinner, I was going to need more notice. He called his parents and said, “No, thank you.”
And then I got going on dinner. By this time, I was hungry, and therefore grumpy, and I just wanted the noodles to cook. I was supposed to simmer two cups of pasta in two cups of skim milk, and to get the process moving, I turned the heat up on the stove — knowing well enough that skim milk burns easily.
I think is probably when God had a good laugh. No, I did not add bacon to the mixture. This would be the aftermath of my burnt noodles. So much for mac and cheese.
At this point, I had to call Jordan into the kitchen and show him what happened. He promptly called his parents to tell them that we would be meeting them for dinner after all.
You’re probably thinking that I’m crazy, that I should’ve just graciously accepted the invitation to dinner in the first place — but now you know how much of a type A, control freak that I am. And as you can see, it backfired on me last night.
Moral of the story is,
don’t try to boil skim milk don’t be such a control freak. They say, “If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.” Clearly, we were supposed to go out to dinner last night. And you know what? It was fun, and my life wasn’t ruined because my original plans fell through.
How do you feel about last minute plans?
Are you a control freak? I am, but thankfully, Jordan is the complete opposite. And he’s patient ;).