"Hot 'n Ready"

So Wednesday nights have become Jerad and I's "date" nights.  Kids at church for 1 1/2 hours...alone time for us.  It's a rare commodity around here because for some reason finding a babysitter to stick around with our gang is tough!  Understandably so.

Anyway, I had a fun night planned for us.  I sent him a text this morning, telling him I was in charge of tonight's date.

My plan was to make manicotti with chicken and basil pesto, covered in alfredo sauce.  It's a long running joke in our house because I made this meal when we were first married and didn't boil the manicotti noodles first, stuffed them full of cheeses, baked them in the oven and served them for dinner.  After the first crunchy bite, I knew I had done something wrong...because I was in near tears, Jerad pretended to hack his way through one before giving up and we ordered out....It's funny now. I just now let him laugh and tease me about it...most days.

I was going to replicate this recipe with the noodles boiled first...some candles.  I had some massage oils out for a shoulder/neck massage for him while we watched the first season of Game of Thrones on DVD.  I even bought a cheap DVD player for our bedroom so we could lay in bed and possibly fall asleep while watching this enticing series. He has been working a lot lately so I was going to stay up and go get kids at church and get them to bed.  While he rested...

I had it all prepared and was excited!
I ran to the store with my grocery list, got what I needed.  And rushed to get it all prepared early.  I got Autum out of the van, swung the front door open where the groceries were...the bag containing my alfredo sauce and manicotti noodles happened to be bagged together so neatly....and so when the glass jar of alfredo sauce rolled out the door and splattered across the cement driveway, my jeans, shoes, and the van door...breaking into 100 tiny pieces...I yelled...and just as quickly as I processed that disaster the manicotti noodles followed suit flying out the opened door and hit the ground very near the mess of alfredo sauce, breaking into 1000 manicotti noodle pieces...HUH...?

Hmmmm...that moment when you linger between crying or laughing...(imagine Jeopardy music here)...doo doo doooooo do, dooo do do...

Laugh.  Just laugh.  It's all I could do.  Or else the tears of crying may not stop.  (tough week)

So I laughed, walked inside, got paper towels to clean up the mess, unloaded the rest of the groceries in silence.  Assuring Autum I was ok.  Yes I was ok.  I just needed a minute.

Trying to figure out how to reconstruct my date night, I plopped down in the chair to think.  And not react.  Just keep laughing.  Laughing.  Yes, laugh.

Ha. Ha. Ha.
I decided to look up my Handy Dandy go-to website...www.thedatingdivas.com surely they could help me out!
So Pizza it is...

 I messaged him I may not be hot and ready, but more a hot mess and tired-and I may add 2 bottles of wine to this pizza night-but hey, I'm not giving up yet!  We will have a date night and we are going to enjoy it--dang it! :)

And to top it off right after deciding on this, I get a call from the school to come pick up Blake. They think he's not feeling well after falling and hitting his head on the table...so probably no church for this guy...BUT, he may get a lot of iPad time tonight...with his headphones! ;)