Tuesday has got to be the longest day of the week. If you were rested from the weekend, that feeling is long gone, and the weekend is an even longer way off.
I just returned from the grocery store. This is the one store in the neighborhood where the weekly sales really are discounted prices, so it’s always packed. The space is small and overstocked with everything except what’s on sale. Working your way through the aisles is kind of like working a Rubik’s Cube, move three aisles to the left to find an aisle clear enough to pass through to one on the right.
Feeding a family of 5 in NY is more budgeting skills than culinary skills. How far can I stretch one can of tomatoes and one box of pasta? Pretty far. 😉 If only I could convince the little guy that it’s ok to eat leftovers, they really don’t become poisonous overnight. This is where my cooking-for-the-dog is working out well. Half an apple left from the girl’s lunch? Throw it into the doggie stew, he thinks it’s a wonderful treat. 🙂
On the bright side, I haven’t recieved one phone call from the school nurse today. Ahhh. Is that the sound of silence, or the sound of the laundry room crooning my name?
Wishing everyone a fast Tuesday,