Last week I started a new experiment. After fifteen years of at home momdom, working on a novel and keeping the place from falling down around our ears, I took a short-term temp job. I'm working 20 hours a week for the next four weeks at a non-profit, helping them gear up for their major fundraiser of the year.
Twenty hours didn't seem like much, until I didn't have them in my week any more. I started the week with a stomach bug, no knowledge of spreadsheets and not enough laundry done. I pretty much ended the week the same way.
We had only one family meal together (down from our usual five) and that one was cobbled together from left overs and a supermarket rotisserie chicken. The girl ran out of shirts. The boy ran out of shorts. And by Friday I went grocery shopping at CVS. Friday night I was doing laundry at 10:50PM.
Today the hubby and I went grocery shopping together. (Sunday grocery shopping sucks. There is NO food in the supermarket!) He's making dinner tonight. I've got a list (and all the ingredients) for everything I'm going to cook all week. What could possibly go wrong? Oh yeah, now I have a head cold.