Meal Plan: Y or N?
Adam started a new job back in March, in the middle of my blogging hiatus. With his new job came a much, much longer commute for him.
He’s happy with the job, but I’m not as happy about the commute.
Allow me to explain….
Ya see, Adam and I used to get home around the same time, we would start dinner right away and typically would be eating dinner within 45 minutes of walking through the door. We were pretty efficient in the kitchen.
Now, Adam gets home about an hour and a half after me. AN HOUR AND A HALF. That my friends, is dangerous. I should be starting dinner, but most times I never know what I’m going to make. I should be doing something else, anything else, but instead, I’m snacking, HARD.
I usually come home and stuff my face with anything and everything other than a sensible dinner, and I’m already stuffed with junk food by the time Adam gets home. Needless to say, I’m in no condition to be cooking dinner at this point, so my man is on his own day after day.
::Enter the attempted meal plan::
How many of you have tried to plan your meals for the week, only to come home and realize that you don’t want to eat the tacos you planned?
That’s a lie, no one ever turns down taco time! That would be the one day where I’d actually stick to the plan. Taco Tuesday anyone?
So this is where I am. Another hurdle to overcome, another struggle to bitch about to y’all, (and anyone that will listen)
My pants are getting tight…wahhhh!!!