I got home around 5pm last night. My wife was at my older son's school baseball game a half hour away. She was also going to rush him back to his school where he had a concert last night. My daughter was at practice and my other son had a game at 6 that I was going to.

So I put carroys, potatoes and a pork roast in the crock pot, and put it on high for a late dinner as everyone would be coming home after 8.

After my son's game I dropped him off home (Incidentally, his team won, 1-0, and he pitched four scoreless, one-hit innings, and knocked the only run of the game in on a double off the center field fence in the bottom of the 6th), and went to see the end of the concert.

My older son was famished, so I suggested we go to our favorite sandwich shop where we had huge grinders. Stuffed, I walked into the house with him a little after 9, and saw the crock pot, having had completely forgotten that I made dinner. The rest of the family had eaten out, so we'll heat the pork roast tonight.