The Stuff Life is Made of

Tonight I share no money saving tips with you.  In fact, I offer you no encouragement.  Instead, I just offer you the real stuff that life is made of.  One of  my hesitancies in blogging is that I would ever be portrayed as having it “all together”.  Or even just half together.  I don’t.  Not even close.

So, I decided to share my Saturday night with you.  I could write that we all sat down to feast on our traditional homemade pizza while laughing as we watched a favorite movie.  Instead it went something like this: 

After arriving home later than desired from a grocery trip with 4 kids in tow, I quickly threw together pizza dough.  That could sound impressive, but I was grumbling at the kids the entire time since we had an exhausting trip.  You know, the kind of trip where the boys pick foam swords off the shelf and continue to joust each other through the aisles of Target.

The pizza seemed to be coming together nicely.  My oldest son helped me make the sauce and it was made it record time. 

He decided to “taste” the sauce.  He quickly ran over to the sink to drink some water.  I should have known something was wrong.  However, being that 

A)kids are odd

B)I was exhausted

I didn’t ask.  We continued to construct our first pizza to perfection.  As we slid the pizza into the oven, I licked sauce off my finger.  Fire alarms went off in my mouth.  The sauce was the spiciest sauce I had ever tasted!  Did we add chili powder instead of paprika?  No.   Definitely paprika.

I took another lick and my eyes watered.  I grabbed the can of tomato sauce.  There it was in small print.  Mexican style tomato sauce.

The tomato sauce that I excitedly bought at Amelia’s Grocery a few weeks ago.  The deal I thought was awesome.

Everyone was starving, but only two could down the “hot” pizza.  The second pizza was made normal.  That is until I went to sprinkle oregano on it and the top flew off. 

Two pizzas only half edible.

As the pizzas were finishing, Flamingo Husband realized that he was completely out of deodorant.  He ran to buy some at the store I just returned from.  He paid full price as I had no coupon to give him.

Definitely not the night I envisioned.  However, my husband surprised me with these.

So yes, I mess up deals, have kitchen disasters, and pay full price for items that I didn’t realize I needed.  Perhaps this is an encouraging post for you after all.