It would appear that I am to be solo this week. This both terrifies me (I’M TIIIRRREEEDDD) and gives me total and complete permission to eat nothing but turkish bread and iceblocks for dinner the whole time. Not quite a fair trade-off, but it’ll do.
I made a batch of these banana chia muffins and put them in the freezer. My tired ass is going to thank me later, even though I was cursing them at 9pm when I had a thousand other things in the oven and couldn’t figure out why I thought making these muffins was a necessity akin to there always being chips in the house.
I also cooked and portioned and froze all Veggie Baby’s dinners so I’m not struck at 5.30 getting home from work and realising something still needs to be cooked and cooled for the starving darling. It’s done. I’m going to hug myself those nights, I can feel it.
For me… this is how my dinner plan looks at the moment. Considering I traipsed the aisles of the supermarket in all my queasy glory, looking at and immediately vetoing every item I saw because the idea of it made me want to hurl. Never mind that I’ll probably need it on Wednesday at 2.30 or Friday at 4 – if I couldn’t bear the thought of it, it didn’t go in the trolley.