Dinner

It's been a crazy day.  We've been tag teaming off and on trying to finish up the tile in our bathroom project.  It just isn't going to happen tonight.  Unfortunately, this really isn't the best time of year to do a tiling project because the clean up is a little more difficult when it is so cold outside.  It would be preferable to take the tiling mess outside and hose it down.  That won't really work right now.  It would be easier to cut tiles and mix mortar for the project also if it were just a little warmer.  Ah well- I guess we usually don't do things the easy way! (note: John is out in the garage right now cutting a pile of tile for tomorrow in the hopes of putting our car back into the garage before the BIG snow that is supposed to be coming tonight.)

So, this morning while John was prepping for tiling, (okay: we couldn't find the trowel for putting down the mortar.  I suspect we let someone borrow it and they didn't give it back.  John was prepping by going to the store to buy us another trowel) I threw a pot roast into the crock pot with some carrots (a TON of carrots if we're being honest here because I read the directions wrong) and potatoes.  I figured when we finished tiling we were going to be dirty and tired.  That winning combination isn't going to put the dinner on the table.


Fast forward to dinner time.  The tiling isn't done, but we are out of time.  John is outside cleaning up, somehow.  I am trying to put together plates for dinner.

We have some lovely bread to go with the pot roast.  The pot roast is looking good, but the carrots and potatoes are just barely in the "done" category.  I'm making it work.  I'm making it work because I'm hungry and also because Gemma has climbed her way up onto the countertop and is now turning the water off and on. ( Of course I took her off the counter.  What kind of mother do you think I am?  I took her off the counter twice and then I decided to just hurry up with the dinner stuff.  Because it would take until breakfast to get anything done while also keeping Gemma off the counter).

As I was prepping plates, I nibbled on a piece of the bread.  It was....not as good as I thought it would be.  Disappointing and I made a note to not buy that kind again.  A note I'm sure I won't remember because GEMMA COUNTERTOP.

Finally everyone is sitting down.  John is impressed as he slides into his chair.  He loves pot roast with carrots.

"How long did you have to bake the bread?"

John asks as he takes a big bite.

"I was supposed to bake it?"

So, I guess it was a partially baked loaf of bread and I was supposed to finish baking it at home.  Oops.  No wonder it didn't taste good.