I’m sick and tired.
I let everyone in this family tell me what they want for dinner. Of course, nobody can agree. Since I’m an amiable (people pleaser), this puts me under stress. Sounds ridiculous to be stressed over dinner, but I am, because it’s impossible to please everyone. One person upset makes me upset.
I’m tired of trying to make healthy dishes for myself and whatever the monsters/That Man want. Basically cooking two dinners a night.
I’m tired of being tired after a long day at the Evil Day Job and That Man or the monsters putting up for takeout.
I’m certainly extremely sick and tired of seeing how much we spend on said eating out.
All because I don’t have a plan and I don’t stand firm to that plan.
So this weekend, we made a trip to Sam’s Club, I renewed my expired membership, and I bought a ton of food. Today, I threw two chickens in the oven to slow-roast while we were at church. We ate one chicken for lunch. We tore apart the other one: legs, etc. in a bag for later in the fridge, and all the breast meat in another. I’ve got both carcasses boiling away on the stove with veggies, and later today I’ll make chicken and dumplings for dinner. I thought that was too much chicken in one day, but everybody begged for dumplings. If I play that right, I’ll get two meals out of the broth/white meat and a quick meal for the kids tomorrow night (That Man is going to be away for business and I don’t eat dark meat, so there’s plenty left).
I’ve got a roast I’ll throw in the crock pot Tuesday. I’ll get at least two meals of it by using the leftovers for stroganoff.
In the oven right now, I have a huge pan of meatballs and another pan of meatloaf, both made with extra lean hamburger. I’ll freeze them both once they’re cool.
I have homemade bread rising on the counter, and another batch bubbling in the big bowl that I’ll store in the fridge for up to two weeks (but it won’t last NEAR that long–I seem to make bread about every couple of days).
It may not all be “diet” food, but it’s homecooked and I’m making smart substitutions where possible. And if anyone dares whine and moan about having to eat at home, why, they can make their own @#&*$ dinner.
Now, of course, I have a buttload of dishes to do.
Unfortunately, between the website move, a lovely visit from My Beloved SIs and Papa from Mexico yesterday, and all this cooking today, I haven’t even thought about the Mayan Fantasy. Back to Dark & Early tomorrow.