I'm not Suzie Homemaker, either. I fell off the cooking wagon today. Well, not so much fell off as intentionally stepped off. See, today was one of those days where my feet hit the ground running when the alarm went off at 5, and they didn't stop moving until after the Giant was in bed 20 minutes past his bedtime.
In addition to my usual 7:30-3:30 day at work, plus 30 minute commute each way, our daycare provider's daughter is super sick. My sister agreed to watch the Giant for us, but she lives in a town that is an additional 30 minutes away from the city I work in. The Giant is in swimming lessons at an indoor facility that is located (you guessed it) 10 minutes away from my house... in the opposite direction of my sister's place. Swim lessons start at 5:15, and we managed to sneak in right at 5:15. By the time that was done, it was 6:00 and the Giant's bedtime is at 7.
Tonight's menu: A Jr. Whataburger with cheese and some fries for me, and a chicken strip, a cup of peaches, and some fries for the Giant. If you're wondering why the Carnivore isn't mentioned in all of this, it's because he works 12-13 hour shifts plus a 20 minute commute and doesn't get home until around 9 or so.
It's hard to find the balance when you're juggling a full-time job and a household. I'm hoping that in our case, doing this blog will motivate me to cook more often, but not make me feel guilty for the nights like tonight where homecooked food just wasn't in the cards. I suppose I could have planned it better and had something going in the crock pot, but, well... I didn't. Life goes on, and I've already been thinking about what to make for tomorrow night so that counts for something, right?
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