Do You Not See The Logic Of My Plan?
Being on vacation makes me a good housewife! Normally, I hate the act of housework and cooking but I do love the satisfaction of a clean house and a meal on the table. Most likely because then I can proceed to do other less productive things (like surf the Interwebs or play video games until my eyes bleed).
I just don't get to keep things as tidy and organized and clean when I have to work because after spending eight hours busting my ass (more mentally and emotionally which can be just as tiring as physically) the last thing I want to do is cook dinner, let alone think about it.
But today was productive. I got up and took my Halloween decorations down (Halloween this year is whole other story). I cleaned the entire house pretty much top to bottom. I started the few loads of laundry I had to get done (laundry is the one chore I despire the most - but I've been very good about keeping up on it lately). AND I actually planned out a week of meals and went grocery shopping for just the ingriedients I needed and nothing frivolous.
My philosophy is that things will run much smoother if I don't have to stop what I'm frivolously doing and think about dinner. If I have it planned all through the week, I just get it ready and it requires little to no effort on my part. So I present it to you (and as I told Steve, don't get used to it because it'll probably not happen once I go to work):
Every single main dish, with the exception of today's, is being made in the slow cooker. Hey, just because I look like I've got my shit together doesn't mean I actually do. Why slave in the kitchen all afternoon when I can throw some shit in the bowl and let it cook because not only is there so little to do but it also makes my house smell so good.
I'd also like to say that those mashed potatoes - yea, they're going to be homemade. Because I have that shit down to a science. Twenty minutes and you've got awesome homemade mashed potatoes that are, and have always been, superior to that instant shit (I'm not going to completely knock them because I served them when it was just me eating - however, they don't cut it for dinners that involve others that aren't me).
And lo and behold, you, my dear, had the same idea. Great minds think alike, huh? Especially because I see you like macaroni and cheese with your BBQ chicken as well. I love macaroni! Steve yells at me all the time because I will eat it as a meal and he says it's not. To which I say, "What's the difference between macaroni and cheese and spaghetti - the sauces?"
Regardless, it makes me feel all giddy inside when I see it on the refrigerator, like I'm all organized and planned and such. Steve even made a comment about it, though it was more on the joking level, like how he especially couldn't wait for the spinach slash green beans because "I love slash green beans!" (I don't like spinach so he eats it and I eat the green beans).
For the rest of the week, this simple act will make me feel slightly better about things. Don't worry thought, if you check back next Monday, I'll probably be back to normal.