For the month of March , I will be participating in the Slice of Life Challenge (#sol19) sponsored by Two Writing Teachers. I will be slicing each day for 31 days inspired by my work as a literacy specialist and coach, my life, and my fellow bloggers.
Routines We Share: Friday Night Pizza Night #sol19
March 24, 2019
We’ve had Friday night pizza night for as long as I can remember. My husband and I probably had it before we were married and perhaps his family had it before we knew each other. Over the years these pizza nights have had only pizza as their constant. The diners have changed, the venue has changed, the pizza has most definitely changed. Pizza night remains.
In the chair Friday night reading, I look up to see him bounding up the stairs.
Where’s the pizza?
Dad’s not home yet. I haven’t ordered it. You can if you’re ready.
I suppose I can. What’s the name of that pizza place? His friend laughs. She knows the name. I consider that he is just stalling so that I will order the pizza. We discuss the pizzas for tonight and he finally does order. They are running and errand and decide they will pick it up on the way home. One of us mentions that the dog will not like this arrangement because she always gets to ride in the car to the pizza place.
Then he says something on his way out. If he was sitting in that car and you weren’t home yet, he’d be freaking out.
I let those words fall between us. At first I laugh.
He’s already out the door still in the driveway. I call him. Do you think I should be worried?
Someone would have called you if something happened. I only worry more.
I call my husband’s phone twice. No answer. I call our older son in Chicago, 1500 miles away. Did you talk to your dad tonight? Of course, he says. Then he launches into a summary of their conversation.
As we’re talking, Lily goes to the window and I know he’s here. I hear him opening the door ending a call with someone. Greeting the dog. Hearing me talking with our son, he begins to join into the conversation. I exhale held breath I didn’t realize I had.
We go get the pizza together just like most Friday nights.
Our routine feeling more precious than just pizza.