So, I had a financial epiphany a few weeks back. I am torn between my love for cooking and the money I spend to prepare each meal. I mean seriously, 3 to 4 trips to the grocery store a week at 40-50 bucks a pop to prepare ONE meal!?
I hang my head in shame.
Wait for it.
I started cooking in bulk. And please don't take that word lightly. Instead of a pound of meatballs, I am making 8. You get me now? I was on a streak. I took my 3 days off and cooked and didn't have to make dinner for over 3 weeks!
So, I had 4 days off this week.
Monday, I did my meal planning, made my grocery lists for Sam's and H.E.B. and Walmart and shopped away- with the three boys in tow *loving* the company. *ehemm*. Needless to say, that wore me out. I came home and watched The Real Housewives of whatever city marathon because I needed to numb my aching brain.
Tuesday, the cooking began. Also realized that I darn well need to invest in another crockpot. I have a huge one, and it wasn't doing the job (as quickly as I wanted it to) between my oven and stove.
Wednesday, I continued cooking because of Tuesday's crockpot issue. Also, I started budgeting for another crockpot. pause. It is 5 o'clock. I am not drinking, but would appreciate a cocktail when I realize that I have 9 dinners about to be done and cooled to be packaged and frozen and there Is.No.Room.In.My.Freezer.
I'm not going to lie. I called Sara Lee (didn't know that was the company that packaged and sold State Fair Brand corn dogs) to see if the corn dogs needed to be frozen, or if I could keep them in the refrigerator. I had already taken them out of the box to save space and was looking for more options. F.Y.I. they need to be frozen. Booooooo.
I did what I could. I rearranged like it was nobody's business and left the kids with my babysitters, who I like to call Nintendo DS and Wii. I am not ashamed of this. At all.
Because, tonight I will be enjoying night one (4 freezing) of pulled pork tenderloin gourmet sandwiches. I throw the gourmet in there to sound fancy, and in hopes that one day my kids will, on aside, mention that they had "pulled pork tenderloin gourmet sandwiches" for dinner and raise some eyebrows. I am sick and twisted.
With a freezer fully stocked ;)
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Parent Fail: #2367...eh, who's counting?
So Sebi lost a tooth. And because I don't want to completely throw myself under the bus, and I *apparently* have no problem doing that to Sebastian, I will preface with this.
I was at work. Sebastian was on duty to instruct Sebi to place the tooth in a zip bag.....AND THEN RETURN WHEN HE WAS ASLEEP TO DO THE FAIRY DUTY. I will now give you a minute to put two and two together to come to the assumption that that did not happen.
The proof?
Next morning I get woken up by Sebi calling, "dada! the tooth fairy didn't come!" Here is where I joined in the goof.
I was off for the next three days and in my half-awake slumber, I assured Sebi that the tooth fairy probably got caught up or lost on our street that has a bend, and to be thankful for the little boy that the tooth fairy did visit. He seemed o.k., and I made pancakes- all the while planning to go and buy glitter and get change and make up for this darn directionally challenged fairy.
oops. no fairy the next night. Then he spent the night at his cousin's house and I had the parent fail idea of the year. "I'll plant the money under his pillow when he gets back, and make like the tooth fairy came when he wasn't here!" Great plan. whew.
I'm looking for change. Purse. Other purse. kitchen drawers. van. washing machine *shut up, you've done it too*. I have come up with 2 quarters and a whole lot of pennies and 3 ChuckECheese tokens. I'm sold. zip bagged it and placed it in his room. Sebi goes to bed that night and comes running telling me about how the tooth fairy "must have came when I was at cousin Lincoln's house!" yes, yes sweet boy. now go to sleep.
The next morning I explained to him how the tooth fairy was crazy and I was going to call her boss. She didn't show up on the right day or even when he was home. Crazy tooth fairy.
I was at work. Sebastian was on duty to instruct Sebi to place the tooth in a zip bag.....AND THEN RETURN WHEN HE WAS ASLEEP TO DO THE FAIRY DUTY. I will now give you a minute to put two and two together to come to the assumption that that did not happen.
The proof?
Next morning I get woken up by Sebi calling, "dada! the tooth fairy didn't come!" Here is where I joined in the goof.
I was off for the next three days and in my half-awake slumber, I assured Sebi that the tooth fairy probably got caught up or lost on our street that has a bend, and to be thankful for the little boy that the tooth fairy did visit. He seemed o.k., and I made pancakes- all the while planning to go and buy glitter and get change and make up for this darn directionally challenged fairy.
oops. no fairy the next night. Then he spent the night at his cousin's house and I had the parent fail idea of the year. "I'll plant the money under his pillow when he gets back, and make like the tooth fairy came when he wasn't here!" Great plan. whew.
I'm looking for change. Purse. Other purse. kitchen drawers. van. washing machine *shut up, you've done it too*. I have come up with 2 quarters and a whole lot of pennies and 3 ChuckECheese tokens. I'm sold. zip bagged it and placed it in his room. Sebi goes to bed that night and comes running telling me about how the tooth fairy "must have came when I was at cousin Lincoln's house!" yes, yes sweet boy. now go to sleep.
The next morning I explained to him how the tooth fairy was crazy and I was going to call her boss. She didn't show up on the right day or even when he was home. Crazy tooth fairy.
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