Sometimes, you just want a pizza delivered.
Sometimes, you just want a pizza delivered on a snow day, when you have to feed 5 kids, after multiple days of no school, when you are a work-at-home mom.
Suddenly, your husband – the daddy of said kids – offers to pick up the hot pizza and deliver it to save a few bucks. You are so grateful. You are so grateful for the pizza that will help feed 5 kids in record time, on a snow day, after multiple days of no school, when you are a work-at-home mom.
Thrilled, you decide to order pizza from the joint that doesn’t deliver to your house but is closest to your baby daddy’s work. Both parents’ jobs are made easier and cheaper due to the excellent coupon you have for the excellent pizza. Win-win-win.
Then, your precious children get wind of the promise of hot pizza on a snow day. Opinions fly. Toppings are debated. Compromises are reached. Shouts of joy abound for the pizza that will be delivered, to feed 5 kids in record time, on a snow day, after multiple days of no school, when you are a work-at-home mom.
Panicked, you realize your main man doesn’t have the excellent pizza coupon in hand. You quickly place the order online to get the deal on the pizza, from the pizza joint furthest from your house that doesn’t deliver, in order to feed 5 kids in record time, on a snow day after multiple days of no school, when you are a work-at-home mom.
Meanwhile, Daddy has arrived to pick up the excellent pizza to bring home to his multi-tasking wife and topping-debating offspring only to discover that the order just arrived. With no understanding of the pizza backstory, the text simply read, “Sorry, I can’t wait for the (delicious, hot, money-saving, greatly-compromised, sanity-promising) pizza. I have an appointment. Just have it delivered.”
Awesome.
Frustrated, I layer up, clean off my car, head out on a snow day, to pick-up the sucky hot pizza, from the joint furthest from my house, that doesn’t deliver to my address, conveniently located next to my husband’s office, to utilize a money-saving coupon, in order to feed 5 kids in record time, on a snow day after multiple days of no school, because I am work-at-home mom.
Finally, I arrive back home with the cheap, cold pizza. I prepare to serve this lunch that took longer to hit the table than a meal I’d prepared from scratch.
Suddenly, one of the kids spills a large glass of juice spills all over the table, some of the pizza, and a huge area of floor.
Defeated, I am reduced to all fours, cleaning up sticky lime-aid, with several kids in tears. By this point, nobody even wants the stupid pizza. What a difference an hour can make on a snow day, when you have to feed 5 kids, after multiple days of no school, when you are a work-at-home mom.
Sometimes, you just want a pizza delivered.
