It’s now the obnoxious time of 12:34 a.m.
I’ve officially pre-made 3 weeks worth of dinners for the crock pot, and I’m down to my last set of six. I feel oddly accomplished. Also, I didn’t take note of the order in which I made them AND I didn’t take note of where they are in their respective stacks, so now I will be force to be a bit spontaneous on what comes out for dinner – I will not really have any preconcieved notions as to what I’m grabbing until I do. Kind of scary, yet oddly relieving. As though it’s one less decision I have to make.
Here comes the hard part: Do I go ahead and throw a load of laundry in the wash while I do this last batch?
Ah, what the hell. Let’s go for it.