On Sunday evening, we made a trip to WallyWorld to fetch um, matzos. Husband likes those crackers with hazelnut spread on ‘em, and that store has the least price on the brand he wants.
So while we’re in the middle of all this merchandise, I suggest we might get something for Monday’s supper. I took the day off to be able to carry Mahalia kittycat to the doctor (she’s doing fine, I’m a good nurse, we don’t go back until the end of May) so I knew I would have time to cook something.
Before I was even done with the sentence, my spouse looked all hopeful and softly said “Chicken Noodle?” as I knew he would.
I haven’t made it for 3 weeks, he must be having withdrawal symptoms by now.
So we went over to the poultry fridge and I found the Whole Chicken Cut-up package and put it into the cart. He looks at the price and says a deli chicken already cooked would be less expensive, so I trot over to the end where I can see the little cart has its heat lamp burning. However, there are no whole chickens on a busy Sunday evening, only crispy fried parts, which do not make good casserole innards.
Back to the fridge and put the Whole Chicken Cut-up package into the cart again.
This morning, I stripped the bed because I took the day off to be able to carry Mahalia kittycat to the doctor, and I knew I would have time to do the laundry.
When I went to the basement to sort and load, I found youngest son’s laundry hamper waiting. He must have brought it by yesterday afternoon while I was at the Baby Adoption Party.
So I end up with 6 XL loads to put through the machines. The dryer just buzzed for #4, but it’s only 2:30 in the afternoon, plenty of time to get the rest done.
The chicken got baked, picked off the bones, and chopped ready for the casserole. It waits under wrap in the fridge. Noodles, can of cream o chicken soup, and bread crumbs waiting on the counter beside the ceramic dish. Pan full of water waiting on the stove, ready to be heated to boil the noodles.
All this because I actually asked the mister what he might want for supper on Monday.
Next laundry load just went into the dryer, last load altogether went into the washer. No way could I have done 6 loads of laundry in one day if I had worked TA Sub hours, but I took the day off to be able to carry Mahalia kittycat to the doctor.
Putting the cat into the carrier, driving to the animal hospital, waiting room, check-up, discussion for treatment, paying bill, home again, was a total of 43 minutes time.
All the other chores got done because I took the day off to be able to carry Mahalia kittycat to the doctor.
And what a nice day it has been 🙂
~~love and Huggs, Diane