Yesterday was weird. I planned to be the dutiful housewife and get a few things done that had been ignore. I did laundry, cleaned the bathrooms and vacuumed. I even got half of tomorrow’s dinner cooked to cut down on the time I’ll be tied to the kitchen. Then did a couple of errands. All the while I had my eye on the prize: homemade pizza for dinner. We do our homemade pizza as an interactive make your own event. We each pick the sauce and toppings we want and then they’re baked one after the other. I even planned ahead and had all the fixings for a salad. Because my life is my life there was a little dinner time interruption. H needed a pick up at the subway and a ride home. She’d missed her bus and didn’t want to wait an hour for the next one. I left The Husband and N to fix their own pizza. When I returned home I made my pizza and ate my salad while it cooked. The pizza was tasty and I was thrilled that mine had a large bubble. I think we’ll have to try again next week.