Temptation Averted

Every now and then we manage to win a battle in our on-going struggle with eating out. Today is one of those days. After spending an entire day dealing with kids whining because they didn't turn in their homework and now they have a bad grade, I had the privilege of going to district office for an hour-long meeting about test scores, the newly adopted state curriculum, and changes to AIMS. Following that, I went back to school to pick up the hubby before heading toward home. (Notice I did not say going home, but merely heading that direction.) Needing a cashier's check or money order to renew my fingerprint card tomorrow (Yes, teachers must pay the state to re-fingerprint them every few years in order to keep their jobs.), we zipped into the bank parking lot two minutes after it closed. Luckily, Walmart sells money orders, so that was our next stop.

By that time the clock said 5:20 and my stomach was telling me to pick up something for dinner. As Jeff and I stood in line at the service desk, we debated what we should have.
"How about pizza?" I ask.
"No, I definitely don't want that," he replies. "What about something from the deli?"
"I don't think I want anything greasy and fried," I say. "What do they have besides fried chicken?"
"We could walk over and look," he offers as I finish paying for the money order.
"Well," I say, "by the time we walk through all of it, debate the choices, wait for service, and check out we could just go home and make grilled cheese sandwiches."
"You're right," he agrees. "Let's just do that." And we did.

By the time the sweet potato fries were ready to come out of the oven, each of us had a toasty treat straight from the sandwich maker which we took to the basement to eat while watching a couple of episodes of NCIS on DVD. Of course, I really should have skipped the television time and graded more papers. After all, the sky might fall on my little urchins if they don't receive instant credit for their latest essay which (they hope) will mitigate the damage of laziness on a day-to-day basis. On the other hand, maybe I deserve a little laziness of my own.