The other day I had a REALLY bad day.
It was basically a culmination of a million different reasons: we’re going through a heatwave, Darling Husband is always working
, I never have the car (so Baby Boy and I are stuck at home), the fridge and cupboards were barren, I was up all night nursing Baby Boy (damn growth spurts), and we were woken up at 7 a.m. by a construction crew AND a landscaping crew outside the bedroom window. Lovely.
Luckily, my mom came over to watch Baby Boy so I could get groceries and make dinner, and it honestly turned around my supremely bad day. I wanted to make a point of blogging about it so when this happens again, I can (hopefully) remember how to make things a little better.
Darling Husband and I have basically lived off frozen food since Baby Boy was born, and I hadn’t realized how much it bothered me — it was just a necessity, with me always being home alone (and BUSY) with Baby Boy. I often make myself scrambled eggs and other quickies, but even then it requires stopping here and there to pick him up and comfort him, and it can take forever to finish even a simple dish.
But while my mom entertained Baby Boy in the living room, I took an hour and actually cooked something. I cooked chicken breasts and bacon and potatoes and put together my fave meal: chicken-bacon-veggie wraps, served with cheesy-corn spuds (basically cut-up baked potatoes with cheese and corn).
I don’t know if it was the act of chopping and cooking and assembling that calmed me, or eating fresh ingredients for the first time in ages, or just being somewhat alone and off baby-duty for an hour, but I felt a million times better afterwards.
Cheers to that!