Almost had it all

I was completely on a roll!  We came home, both girls were doing homework, the dishwasher was empty and supper was cooking.  Rarely has it worked out so that my life is in sync.


When  Daughter 1 finished her work at the table, she cleared her homework as I was chopping the tomatoes and lettuce for our tacos that I was busily preparing for dinner that night.

The Dad walked in and commented that it sure did smell good. (I'm sure he considers that foreplay, but I don't care - I'll take my compliments when I get 'em!)

I finished up supper and called my family to the beautiful and bountiful table, ready for use to break bread (or taco shells as the case may be) together.  I sat down and began making my taco.  The rest of the family just sat.  Without saying a word, they looked around the table, but they didn't make any moves whatsoever at creating their own tacos.

"What?" I said as I gabbed at the lettuce.

"Momma," Daughter 1, my picky eater, said, "Something's missing."

I mentally checked off my list as I scanned the table:  meat, lettuce, tomatoes, salsa, rice, cheese, napkins, drinks.  "It's all here," I reassured her as I sprinkled the cheese on my almost completed taco.  Still, my family made no move toward prepping their own Tex-Mex tasty goodness.

"Honey," The Dad began softly and tenderly, "You forgot something."

Yes I did make them get up from the table
just so I could take a picture

At this insinuation I began to take great offense, "Just because I miss something or forget something..."

"Or someone" Daughter 2 interjected.

"Or someone," I continued, "almost every night, doesn't mean I have to forget something every night!"

I sighed and sat my taco down on my place mat... not my plate.

"Oh," I said with just a touch of humility in my voice, "Plates.  I guess I forgot the plates."

Some days it's just not worth it to try and maintain perfection!