Yesterday I spent all day making minestrone from scratch for a friend and getting everything in order so that I could visit that friend today and take it easy and good things and stuff.

I packed up the car this morning, didn’t forget a thing!, and made our way for the visit. As soon as I got out of my car in her driveway, I heard hissing coming from my back tire. A big ol’ nail or something big and metally was sticking out GOSH DARN IT.

I ran the food and the kids in and called and left a message for my hubby who was at a meeting nearby. Then called our tire place to see what we should do next. Thankfully they had a location nearby and I scooped up the kids, put their jackets and shoes back on, fished the DOGGY KIBBLE out of Ivy’s mouth, and was rushing back out Donya’s door to get the car over there before the tire went flat.

Hubby met me there and we decided we might as well go get lunch somewhere while we wait.

Gray struck up a conversation with a nice couple and they suggested we go to Sophia’s Pancake House down the street, and so we did.

It reminded me of the places we used to go after church when I was a kid. Of course they had lemon rice soup, too. And paper placemats with advertisements from local businesses. And little creamers for Gray to stack. Their food was awesome.

My car wasn’t ready by the time we got back. They hadn’t even started. And then they weren’t even able to fix it after all. So I left with the spare and have parts on order. And never did get to visit with my friend and her new baby.

At least I was able to drop off the soup and homemade okay fine break apart and bake sugar cookies (I at least decorated with Halloween sprinkles for extra credit.)

At least Ivy didn’t eat the dog food. (I think).

At least we had a little “just the four of us” lunch at the pancake house.

At least the tire place didn’t charge me for all the work they did or tried to do and for putting on the spare.

At least everyone was ok. Thank goodness I wasn’t zooming down 80/94 with that huge chunk of metal in my tire. It could have been much worse.

There is a pancake house in every crappy day. You just have to find it, and be thankful for it.

Stephanie is Mom to three boys & a baby girl in Valparaiso, IN and blogs daily at Adventures In Babywearing . Follow her on Twitter- she’s babysteph .

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