Missionaries for Dinner

Well last night was ALMOST a disaster. 

Or a little bit of a disaster.

Matt and I signed up to feed the missionaries on Sunday and thought that it was going to be a good way to show ourselves that we were ready to contribute to our new ward. This is probably a hard lesson I am going to have to learn this pregnancy: I never can predict exactly what I am able to commit to or tell the future. So the missionaries were coming over Wednesday night, but on Tuesday I got asked to work a closing shift at work as opposed to my normal mid day shift. So Tuesday night I didn't get home until 11:30pm. Matt and I have been in bed around 9pm every night for the last three weeks.
 I was exhausted! 

So of course my body decides that since our schedule is thrown off we are going to stay up until 2am all queasy and then throw up. 

Thank you hormones.

Wednesday morning comes and I wake up with the sun (!) and lay in bed for the next four hours

crossing my fingers that I will fall back asleep as some point.

Nope.

I then spend the rest of the day walking between my fridge and the couch trying to decide what is going to give the most amount of calories with the least resistance from the twins. Ice cream? Made me nauseous. Potato chips and oranges it is again then. I then continue to try and sleep while making sure my puppy isn't peeing or pooping in the house (but giving him enough time outside of his crate),

 doing research about possibly changing OBs and (like I feel like I always am) doing research about this bizarre decision my body made without my consultation to grow two human beings instead of one.

By this time I have completely forgotten to drink water all day so I have a killer headache and then remember - I still needed to buy some groceries for dinner. Well crap, it's 5pm - I should get to the store before they are here in an hour...

Of course the gas light turns on on my way to the store (I'm glad I just remembered that) - so luckily I know that I can make it to Winco and back just fine. I think my headache has progressed to a migraine so I grab a bottle of Coke because I know for sure that caffeine is the only quick fix at the moment that is going to get me through dinner. 

I get home at 5:45. Perfect.

Matt is giving me updates about his commute home that I don't have time to respond to and I'm just praying that the missionaries are going to be as delayed as he is. 

6:05 I have most of the prep work done but nothing is cooking yet.

Husband walks through the door and immediately analyzes the state of dinner and I can tell that he is not happy. I bet a 100 million questions like "what in the world have you been doing all day?!"

are running through his head but he is wise and keeps his mouth shut for the time being. 

There's a very faint knock at the door. 

Missionaries are here.

"Oh welcome Elders! Dinner is almost ready, please sit. Do you need 

something to drink? Oh don't mind the dog, he's still a puppy. Yes, yes he is quite excited to see you."

Elder 1: "Is that pee on the floor...?"

"Yes, yes it is. OH look, he piddled and walked allllll the way to the back door. Yeah let me just get on my hands a knees and clean up the urine and then I'll get back to mashing hamburger."

Matt: "Honey.... why did you only defrost one pound of hamburger?"

"Cause that's what we always do and I didn't comprehend that there was going to 

be twice as many people here! AH - I blame pregnancy brain. I'll throw this other pound in the microwave to defrost real quick and we'll be fine."

Matt: "Is something burning?"

"The buns!! Crap!! Oh don't worry Elders, we do this all the time, we'll just scrap off the black stuff and it won't even taste burnt. We promise."

Matt: "Rachael do you have a timer on the fries?"

"Yes! I mean no! I thought I did! Oh thank heaven they are fine, I'll just keep checking on them."

Elders: "Can we help with anything?"

"Oh heavens no, we're totally fine. Dinner will be ready soon. Did you have any appointments

you needed to get to after this?"

Elders: "Yes, two."

"Right"

Matt: "So I found out why you shouldn't cook bacon right over charcoal - it's smoking like crazy."

"Well maybe the neighbors will just think we are really cool and have a super

awesome smoker that we cook our meat on. Elders where are you from? Oh Utah, both of you. That's nice. Oh you're die hard Utes fans? Hate BYU? Ok... I'm glad Matt is outside and didn't hear

that."

Elder 2: "Yeah I actually go home in two and a half weeks. Today is my Birthday."

This is where I start to swear under my breath and notice Matt is likely going to pop a lid.

Matt: "Where's that second pound of beef?"

"OH in the microwave! It should be done! Oh... it's very done. I think I cooked it. NO WORRIES. Run the hot water over this THIRD pound, hopefully it'll defrost quickly...

 everyone sit and we'll start to eat the first course."

I didn't even eat a burger. We ended up sitting down at the table around 6:35 and realized that we hadn't melted the cheese onto the patties, Matt dropped half the bacon on the ground (5 second rule right?) and the pineapple wasn't grilled. So I told Matt to sit and that I was going outside to finish cooking since I could tell he was quite frustrated and did not find any of this comical at all.

Turns out the Elder going home and that was celebrating his birthday had actually been hoping to eat burgers for his birthday... I hope they weren't absolutely horrible. 

Matt never said whether they were bad or not.

At least we gave him a memorable birthday right?

The fries were delicious if I do say so myself.

7:05 we had then eating ice cream out of Disneyland mugs since all of our bowls were dirty and

out the door by 7:15. We weren't able to get a spiritual thought because just as we were finishing our bishopric showed up to meet us.

sigh

Hopefully Matt will be able to laugh about this in a few days... maybe months?