Menu 0, Take Out 1
Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday on the menu plan worked out well.
Wednesday, though. Wow. We usually eat dinner around 6pm, family style. I had planned to make salmon cakes and an apple soup (which I had never made before). What could possibly go wrong?
The boys’ camp field trip not getting back until 5:30. Not getting home until 5:50. Not finding the cook book with the soup until 6pm. A crazy dog. Impatient Things. Too many activities at once. At which point I said “I’m getting take-out.”
Ten minutes later, dinner is on the table, my stress level is significantly lower, and everyone is happy. Until the Things look at their kid meal toys and find the “girl” toy instead of the “boy” toy. Oy.