I was on the ball today

Yep it was one of those day. I was on the ball. It's the usual Monday craziness. Laundry, dishes from Sunday, shopping lists, menu planning and the general house tidying that sometimes occurs after the weekend. It was 11:00, the laundry was in ... (Okay so it went in late because I spent the morning in bed cuddling with Judah & Aslynn. So I guess technically I wasn't on the ball with the laundry, or with getting out of bed. But we aren't talking about what I wasn't on the ball with, no we're discussing what I did good today.) So the laundry was in, the dishes had been washed for the first time today. (I think I ended up doing them 3 times today in total, and not just a few plates and cups but a full counterfull each time.) And I was standing in the kitchen trying to decide what I should do next. It came to me in a moment of brilliance. I would start preparing supper. I had planned on making this recipe that uses the slow cooker all weekend and had never had the time in the day to do it. Today would be that day. So Aslynn & I put on our aprons. (Actually just Aslynn because I don't have one, but she does & it looks so cute on her when she helps me in the kitchen that I just can't resist putting it on her.) And we proceeded to make supper. The meat was thawed, the sauce made, and into the slow cooker everything went. Oh yeah, not even lunch time & I had supper on the go, definitely on the ball. Half an hour later when Mark comes home I hear what every wife likes to hear after spending time in the kitchen. "It smells good honey." We lifted the lid and smelled together, and it did smell good. It wasn't warm yet, but why would it be, it had only been on for half an hour and on low at that. The day continues, the dishes get done again, the laundry is folded, and at four-thirty I lift the lid on the slow cooker to check the progress of our supper. I stir the food. It doesn't seem to be cooking at the rate I though it would. I wonder why. After all it had been on the low setting for 3 1/2 hours & than I turned it to high where it had been for the last 1 1/2. The food should be cooking better than it was. And all of a sudden it struck me as I held my hand over the pot. The food didn't feel very warm, and it wasn't bubbling. No in fact the sides of the slow cooker felt cold, almost as if it hadn't been on at all. My heart stopped, No it couldn't be. I was on the ball today, I had supper ready before lunch, it couldn't not be cooked yet. Sadly the opposite was true. In my moment of glory that morning. I had prepared supper, put it in the pot, turned the pot on, ..... and forgot to plug it in. Yes for the last 5 hours my supper had sat stone cold in a non plugged in pot. I did what any sane wife would do at this point. I panicked. When finally I calmed down a little I realized that I still had an hour to go until supper. I could rescue this near catastrophe. The oven got turned on, the supper dumped into a casserole dish and shoved in. If only it would cook on time I could perhaps save my day yet. Things went downhill from there. The kids whined, Judah cried, I didn't finish the laundry. And when Mark came home from the library he was greeted with a table full of folded clothes that I hadn't got around to putting away. but he also was greeted with the happy smell of supper cooking. Yet the oven did it's job and saved the day. Supper was served.