Honey, Dinner’s Going to Be Late
Before bed I take some mystery meat out of the freezer and place it in the fridge to thaw.
The next morning when grabbing the cream for my first cup of coffee, I see the meat and remember that I need to use it to make something that will resemble dinner later that evening. I scan the fridge to see what else might accompany this mystery meat and spy some celery and carrots. Perfect. Above mentioned meat will now be called pot roast. In the crock pot.
Several hours go by and now I’m making breakfast for the boys. There’s the meat again, still in the fridge. I pour their little glasses of milk, dish out some oatmeal and fresh berries, from the fridge, where the meat is still stored.
The boys now fed, I open the fridge and grab the celery, wash it, chop off the wilted parts, walk to the garbage can to dispose of them and notice the garbage is pretty full. I smash it down, tie off the bag, pull it out of the can and take the bag to the garage. Brrr it’s cold out there. The cat needs water, I bring his bowl in, rinse it out, refill it and take it back out to the garage.
Back inside, I realize that I didn’t bring the crock pot upstairs. I go down to the utility room to fetch the crock pot and notice that my husband didn’t put the groceries away. I empty the bags, putting away the cereal, snacks and canned goods. I grumble when I see the kidney beans– we already had plenty of kidney beans. I remember that I left towels in the dryer so I place them in the basket and carry the basket out to the couch to fold later.
I go back upstairs and notice the lid off the garbage can. I run back downstairs to grab some liners. The box is almost empty, I carry it upstairs to toss in the recycling bin, place the handful of liners in the bottom of the garbage can and add garbage bags to the new shopping list.
I return to the celery and begin chopping, when I realize I forgot to bring up the crock pot.
Please tell me that I’m not the only one that this happens to. It happens a lot. I find myself being more and more forgetful or distracted. I leave myself notes or email and text reminders to myself. I’m suffering from a classic case of Cabin Fever and I wish spring would hurry along with a cure.
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this is why we end up eating McDonalds way to often. when 6:00 rolls around and nothing’s started at 7:30 starts bedtime routine it needs to be quick
Lisa, when my own kids were little and I worked full time outside the home, McDonald’s was on the way home and we stopped all the time. I really don’t like to cook and I think I subconsciously sabotage starting dinner early in the day as a way to go out to eat.
You are not alone. It happens to all of us. My girlfriends call it Mommy Attention Disorder. It’s common among people with too many things to to and no attention span.
I completely understand the “mystery” frozen stuff. In our house we’re in a “cleaning out the pantry” food fest. I found a box of crackers that expired, so I won’t buy anything until I can clean out most of what we have. Of course, I have to buy a few things to go with what we have, but we’re really trying to clean out the freezer and pantry.
Shari, thank you! Mommy Attention Disorder sounds so much more chic than plain ole Cabin Fever and I can use it year round!
At least you pull the meat out of the freezer. I don’t even remember to do that!
Melisa, it doesn’t happen often. I usually forget THAT too.
Yep, it’s only you. That’s NEVER happened to me. Never. Never ever. Nope, not at my house. Ahem.
Oh Michelle, that’s clearly because you’re so much younger than I am. Your brain hasn’t fully matured into mush yet.