This morning one of my fears came true! As I lifted my husband's delicious casserole out of the oven about five minutes before it needed to be served at the Little Haven (our outreach to lonely people), the dish somehow slipped and half of it splattered all over the floor. Thankfully I didn't completely drop it and the bottom half of it stayed in. I looked in shock and horror at the mess on the floor and the ruined casserole as my husband came in to see what the thud was he had heard. As he took in what a mess I had made of his meal, all he said was, "It's ok. We still can still eat what's left in the dish. Just as well we have two casseroles!" He didn't see the need to state the obvious and make me feel worse than I already felt. He also didn't explain to anybody as he dished up the meal why one of the dishes was only half full. He didn't see the need to embarrass me. He didn't expect me to come out and eat with the others as I usually do, as I was still feeling too upset. What he did do was to come out to the kitchen later and help me with the dishes!
I learned a few things from this small nightmare!
It could have been much worse. We had more than enough food so it didn't really matter. Even if it had been our only dish, we could have brought takeaways if we had to. It's so easy to over react to things that don't really matter.
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