dinner of champions
This week my dinner menu consists of: cheese and crackers, lots of fruit, veggie breakfast burritos, smoothies, sweet potato hash topped with a fried egg, Sly’s homemade brioche bread slathered in jam, and the occasional salad. This can only mean one thing: the hubby is out of town.
As someone who was a long time singleton by choice it’s funny to think that the moment Sly is away I revert to the most helpless version of myself — one that apparently cannot do ANYTHING for herself. Like “oh I should probably check the mail.” Pause. “Nah, I’ll wait for Sly.” Or, “Maybe I should move that heavy thing somewhere else.” Pause. “No, Sly can do that.” Was this what I was like before I was married? Or is this what it’s like to be one half of a married couple? Will I ever act/feel like a real adult?
In other news, it’s been raining like crazy here — thunder, lightning, the whole thing. It feels weird to be in the middle of a thunderstorm when living in the city. Alone. Just me and the kitties, cuddled up every single night.
Here’s to another week of to do lists that never get checked, crappy girly tv (Teen Mom 2 anyone? No? What about Project Runway?), and breakfast for every meal; every day.