Oh how I dislike those words lately. I used to be able to come up with a weekly list of everything we were going to eat that week. I used to come up with these completed shopping lists that got me to the end of the week. What's wrong with me?
As I write this, I have no idea what's for dinner. I am so sick of chicken, gr. beef and pork. If it were just me, I could survive on cereal, coffee, toast, salami, crackers, cheese, and red wine...that simple. But no, I have 4 people relying on my cooking skills (good and bad) for sustenance. UGH! It's so tiring, overwhelming!
*OK...Break time! I made myself hungry...be right back...the salami, cheese and crackers sound too good. I guess I'll skip the wine for a bit. It is only 1:30 in the afternoon.
Alrighty...
Does anybody else have these issues?
This is what's in the fridge...the aforementioned chicken and ground beef
Hmmmm...what to do with these lam-mo ingredients. Something where everyone doesn't say "again?"
Oh man! The "lovebugs" are home within the hour. I can do this...I can do dinner one more time!
Remember, bedtime is just in a few hours! (Red wine is in only 3!)
I CAN do this!
BTW
The other dreaded words..."mooooooommm, K is giving me the mad face!"
Off to motherhood!
