Today was like … something out of a book or a short story or maybe something you read about happening to other people, but never to YOU. Actually it wasn’t the whole day, it was just the afternoon, but still.
This morning Nattie and I played and then we had breakfast. Nat napped while I ate and got stuff together to go run our errands for the day. While she was still sleeping I strapped her into the car seat and we made a stop at the bank, then we went to Nattie’s school (which is also my school and AJ’s school) where I turned in the application and got some info on tuition. Afterward we went to Target for me to buy some food for dinner and a few other things we needed. I’m putting together “baby emergency” kits, one for each car, supplied with diapers, wipes, tissues, hand sanitizer, and even a bottle if we need it, just in case we ever run out from our diaper bag. Then we went to Babies R Us to return my old diaper bag (because I put in an order for my new one! Yay!) and came home. I fed Nattie another bottle and she went down for another nap, and that’s when things got really interesting.
While Nattie napped, I put together my little plastic kits for our cars. Then, I seasoned our pork shoulder because we’re going to have barbecue for dinner. Per the recipe, I cranked the oven up to 500 degrees to roast the outside for half an hour, then I was supposed to take it out and cover it with foil and put it back in for another 2 1/2 hours. When I took the roast out of the oven and put it on top of the stove I got a shock. I was getting ready to get foil out when BOOM! the glass casserole dish I was roasting the meat in (again, per the recipe) exploded. As I described it to JJ, it was almost like something out of Mythbusters. Glass EVERYWHERE and me just standing there staring at it. Thankfully, Nattie was asleep in the pack-n-play in the other room (way out of the range of flying glass) and at the time Roxy was upstairs. After checking to make sure there wasn’t any obvious bleeding coming from me, I began the tedious job of cleaning up shattered glass. It took almost an hour to clean up all the splinters and chunks, wiping over and over again so little dog feet or little baby hands couldn’t get hurt. When I finally finished and took the garbage out, I was cleaning up the sink and putting away some dishes and … the dog threw up.
So then I’m cleaning up after the dog (Nattie is, at this point, still blissfully slumbering away). There’s still nothing for dinner. And I thought being a “housewife” would be boring!
