It’s 5:23 pm. In about 7 minutes I’ll hear the howls: What’s for dinner?!
I am in no mood to cook. I don’t think I have anything to cook. All the good food is GONE. Can’t shop until payday. Why did I listen to my spouse and NOT stock up on spaghetti noodles. God knows, I have enough tomato sauce.
This is what happens when you don’t menu plan. This is what happens when you are too exhausted to menu plan. Grandma’s Easter Eggs won’t cut it for supper tonight.
I’m going to go pray over the freezer, and hope for a revelation. Amen.
Damn It, I Don’t Want to Cook