When I was wheeling the shopping trolley round Coles on Monday, I had the brilliant idea of making homemade pizza for dinner on Friday night.
I had images of the girls enthusiastically topping their pizzas, as we laughed and bonded, everyone having a great time. A fun creative way to end the week.
Friday evening arrived and the girls were psyched about making pizzas.
I got everything ready, while D screamed the girls laughed and wriggled with excitement. I asked what they wanted to put on their pizzas. 'Cheese!' cried Lil-Lil. 'Ham!' cried Goosey.
'OK, what else,' I asked, bouncing a screaming baby in one arm.
'Just cheese' said Lil-Lil. 'Just Ham' cried Goosey.
D kept on screaming. I gave up trying to be creative and gourmet.
We threw the pizza in the oven. The girls said it was 'delicious', tasted more like Papa Giuseppe to me.
It was a anticlimax. Probably would've been cheaper and easier to get takeaway from one of the 30 pizza places just metres from our house.
It was a good idea in theory. Do you ever have wonderful ideas that you just can't pull off ?