Well, besides Mister, that is.

I can cook. And I think I do a pretty good job at it, too. The reason I don’t always cook, at home, is because Mister is usually home from work between noon and 2pm. When I’m rolling in at 5:30 dinner is ready. Why shouldn’t it be, right? He’s been home for hours by the time I get in!

There are times when I get home and he’s either decided not to cook or has been asleep and didn’t get up in time. I’ll gladly cook. But then we’re eating closer to 7pm. If he doesn’t want to eat that late, then meals like this are prepared for the family:

Yup. That is a tray of Bagel Bites and Curly Fries. lol But not all of my meals are made of frozen/processed crap. No, last night I made chicken fajitas and cooked a pan of Spanish rice. But the kids wanted Mac n Cheese, so that’s what they ate…along with frozen taquitos. lol

After the last two weeks of fast food and mass produced food at my grandparents house, I am aching to get cooking again. I can’t wait to see Mister in the kitchen cooking when I get home! No more of the Just throw something in the oven, have it ready when I get home so I can change, grab a bite and go to grandpa’s house. Not to mention the tightness in my pants after these past two weeks. Good lord I’ve missed the gym and the park!