Ever have one of those days...

...Where you feel like you just can't get it together? Yes. Today was that day for me. Our friends from church, The McDaniels just had her second child a month ago. Baby Liam has had some problems with reflux and Diane is nursing, so she has committed to adjusting her diet to help with his fussiness. I wanted to make her a meal that she could eat because I know first hand how hard nursing is without having to change your diet. Since she is cutting out gluten, all dairy, and citrus, I decided to make her grilled chicken, roasted potatoes, and a fruit salad.

Problem #1: Something is wrong with our grill and the chicken did not turn out as expected. I didn't get home til 10:00 last night so today I picked up some Gluten free Chick-fil-a chargrilled chicken! Who doesn't love chick-fil-a? Problem solved!

Problem #2: I cut and seasoned the potatoes a weeee bit early so by the time they got to the McDaniel's, they were slightly soggy. I still brought the potatoes in hopes that cooking them at a high temp would crisp them up. I made some back up rice for them just in case.

Problem# 3: I brought Mason to Eric's office at 5:30 so he could feed him dinner and I could head over to The McDaniel's to bring them their completely "jacked up" meal. Eric took Mason out of the my car and we immediately smelled it. Oh yes..a very poopy diaper. No problem..just let me grab my bag and get a new ....Uh-oh.. I win the "mom of the year award" for NOT carrying diapers with me. So Eric had to carry his stinky child into Walgreens and purchase diapers and change Mason's bare butt in the front seat of the car in 20 degree weather. He was NOT happy with me.

And here's the best one of all.

Problem #4: Finally, I arrive at the McDaniel's in one piece, delivered the dinner, got to hold sweet Liam for a bit and headed back home. I finally got to my couch after a mentally and physically exhausting day and decided to read my email. In comes the sweetest email from Diane thanking me for the food...except that when they opened the chicken that I had neatly wrapped in tinfoil, they discovered Eric's nasty leftover tombstone pizza he ate for dinner last night. Poor McDaniel's- I promise we will make this up to you! (free babysitting one night perhaps?) And thank you for being so gracious to me for my incredibly foolish mistakes. I hope the next person bringing you food does a better job.

That's all folks. It's now time to rest my brain since it apparently needs it.