Some days, my plans go out the window as soon as I step through the door.
Like…when we get home from work to find that Maggie had a bit too much fun in her kennel.
This would be the fourth or fifth bed we’ve bought for her. She does well with them for a few months, but then decides she would rather tear them up than have a place to sleep.
Some days…I wish the vacuum would put itself away.
And some days, I’m just lucky I get dinner on the table.
Originally, I had easy plans for last night after work:
– Make dinner.
– Work on some other recipe trials.
– Take it easy and cuddle.
Those changed as soon as we got home!
Our little neighbor came over to tell us that he had a football game at 7, so I rummaged through the freezer, pulled something quick together for dinner, and we rushed off to watch him play.
Thank goodness I had a few good things hiding in the freezer!
I cooked some sweet and sour chicken meatballs we got from Nick’s mom, tossed them with some frozen stir-fry veggies, edamame, soy sauce, ketchup, sriracha, garlic, and ginger and put that all over some leftover brown rice.
Quick and easy.
And, as everything last night, this fast and unplanned meal gave me just enough time to change into a pair of jeans and my new favorite shirt before heading to the football field.
Maybe it wasn’t my planned dinner. And maybe our night took a different turn than expected, but we had a great time with our neighbors.
We cheered on the boys. Saw families having a night out at the field together, enjoying snacks and watching their brothers or sons play their little hearts out with each snap of the ball.
We live in small town America. I was reminded of that last night.
From the slightest country twang you hear in the cheerleaders’ voices to the banter in the stands between parents that have known each other their entire lives, the people here truly live together in community.
I hope I’m a bigger part of that some day. I guess if you live here long enough, you’ll find your way in.