Last night, Mr. Sandwich said, “Oh, she needs to bring a hard-boiled egg to school. It’s tomorrow. Or Thursday. I think it’s Thursday.”
I said, “It had better be Thursday. They really need to give us more warning. We already missed Planting Day last Thursday because they didn’t tell us about it before Monday.”
You see, during the week I don’t have time to buy potted plants that can be replanted.
So after dinner, I went through her bag and found the daily report slips for the past several days. The most recent one said, “Don’t forget to bring in a hard-boiled egg so we can color eggs!”
My next stop was at the refrigerator, where I found one egg. I took it out and put water on the stove to boil. Then I forgot about the whole thing. So when I heard something in the kitchen, I said, “Are you boiling something? Oh, the egg!” and then ran in to do something about it.
At this point, I realized that I had never put the egg in the water. And the water was already hot. So I turned off the stove. Then I acknowledged (in my head) that the water was not going to cool down in anything resembling a reasonable time frame, and it did not make sense to start over. So I put the egg into the hot water and turned it back up to boil. Once it did, I turned off the heat, covered it, and let it sit for 20 minutes. (This is the recipe I follow for hard-cooked eggs. It works beautifully. But you’re supposed to put the egg in before you heat the water. So who knows?)
Seriously, this whole thing could have been avoided by telling us a couple of days earlier. Or at least not on a day when we’d each had dentist appointments and were focused on whether we should change dentists (conclusion: likely). But I feel good that I managed to get things pulled together enough to cook our one egg so that Baguette can color it. I’m kind of curious to see how it turns out.
Because our one egg was brown.
UPDATE: When I dropped her off, the white board said, “Please don’t forget to bring two eggs in tomorrow.” You know when it didn’t say that? Yesterday morning.
Photo by jamesmorton, via Flickr.
I realized yesterday that all of our eggs are brown! HAHAHAHA! Hope it turns out okay!
My son’s scout leader sent an email on Sunday afternoon asking for a flat of plants for a service project 24 hours later. I had to move heaven and earth to make that happen. And then the project got cancelled an hour before. I don’t like late notice.
I deal with too many last-minute requests at work to be willing to work very hard at accommodating them from a school we pay a lot of money for her to attend. It is literally a second mortgage payment. And we try to have her participate as fully as possible. But Monday requests for plants, when I’m not home until 6 p.m., and Tuesday night requests for cooked eggs on Wednesday–well, you get what I can come up with.
And in this case, it’s one brown egg.
I got to my kid’s Parents Day Out today and saw that they were having an Easter party. They forgot to put the sign up sheet out last week, and he only goes on Wednesdays. Fortunately, they were well-prepared.
See, that’s good planning, because they built in some backup.