I never manage to get there on the weekend. And then the thought of stopping after work just sounds exhausting.
I even made a meal plan and a list last week, but our fridge has nothing to show for it.
Good thing we have been fed by others this week.
Jerry planted my Mom a vegetable garden in the blistering heat on Monday.
Plan |
Till |
Rake |
Lunch break |
Plant |
Mom sent us home with dinner to put on the grill.
Chicken for her, steak for him.
She also fed us dinner on Tuesday night. (Awesome BLTs that I was too lazy to photograph).
Wednesday night's dinner was courtesy of Jerry's Mom, who sent us home with sauce on Sunday.
I pretended the peppers were a serving of vegetables. Pathetic.
In an attempt to be productive, I decided to pack for the hospital last night.
No, not a bag of things I will need.
But cookies I could put in the freezer and then grab when we head to the hospital.
Oatmeal Almond Joy Bars (in cookie form) |
I hear it is smart to snack during labor, to keep your energy up.
Who needs a change of underwear when you have cookies?
I have priorities, people.
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