April 12, 2011

My To-Do List

1. Go back to work.

2. Train my lip not to quiver.

Not a long list, I know. But one that's been keeping me busy, especially that last item. I'm trying to keep the wails down over here, since I know everyone that had a mere six weeks of maternity leave is wondering what my problem is.

Let's not talk about it anymore (yet). Let's talk about how many things are actually included in the item "go back to work":

Learn how to use one of these:

Lannis is appalled that I've never used a slow cooker. These were on sale the week after we talked about it. That woman has power

If only I could have checked the slow cooker out of the library like I did the books to go with it.

 Make food easier:

I've spent the last few weeks making a master menu of all the meals we know we love, organized by ingredients so I don't forget stuff at the grocery store (and can figure out what to make when I see what's on sale), sorting out my coupons, and creating a system for keeping it all organized and easy to use come shopping day. I even have a price book started.

This, from the girl who gets so excited about tax time, cannot be a surprise. And, as it turns out, I'm not only a cheapskate when it comes to money. I'm a time miser too.

I don't want to spend an hour planning a menu and a shopping list on Friday night when I get home from work. I don't want to spend two hours at the grocery store comparing unit prices and riffling through a stack of coupons to see if I can use any of them. Most of all, I don't want to come home at five-thirty, two hungry kids in tow, dump them in the living room, stand in front of the fridge for half an hour wondering what to make, give up, and calling Mr to pick up McDonald's on the way home.

Can you tell that this isn't my first time returning to work after maternity leave? I know what terrors lie ahead.

Sort out those clothes:

I also don't want to spend fifteen precious minutes every morning standing gormlessly in front of my closet, wondering what to wear. 

So I sorted out my clothes. I have enough dress pants to get through three weeks without doing laundry. I have enough shirts to get me to a point when (hopefully) they won't fit any more. I don't have to buy anything. That makes me happy.

So does the fact that Mr bought me these: