Who knew ordering pizza could be such a calamity?

First off… let’s remember that calamity is “an event causing great and often sudden damage or distress.”

Okay, so maybe calamity is too strong of a word. Let’s just run with it.

It went something like this…

It’s a little after 3PM, and Annie is finally sound asleep in my arms after a long battle to take a nap. I realize that I didn’t make dinner plans, and I really want pizza.

“Can we just order a pizza for tonight?” read the text to the hubs. 

Approved! Here goes the ordering. Medium pizza. Breadsticks. He’s picking it up on his way home from work.

At 3:20 on the dot, another text to the hubs reads. “Oh no.”

“I ordered it for right now.”

>>crickets<<

Pizza calamity strikes. 

Seems like a simple solution? Call the place and change it. But the line was busy, and then they picked up, and then I was placed on hold, and then the order status said “In the Oven”.

Go figure. 

So, I resigned myself to the fact that, as a result of my error, I would have to load Annie up and travel to pick up the pizza myself.

This may seem like a simple task to you, but maybe you’ve never traveled with a screaming infant in the back seat. Try it sometime, and then we’ll talk. 😉

After a tear-filled trip to Domino’s (which, mind you, is just over a mile away), slightly lengthened by a TRAIN (!!!), I finally made it home with all my mental faculties in place — though, I can’t speak for Annie on that part. And I only ate 2 breadsticks on the journey. 

Needless to say, I encountered great testing of my faith and patience as a result of simply ordering pizza. It will forevermore be considered pizza calamity.

Now I’m just hoping that, while I endeavored to calm Annie down and type out this calamity, the dog hasn’t gotten ahold of our dinner.