It seems like I’ve been saying “this is going to be a really busy week” every Monday for the last year. At some point, shouldn’t “really busy” become the new normal? That’s what I thought, but it doesn’t seem to be working that way.
Monday: Spaghetti
Tuesday: Grilled cheese sandwiches
Wednesday: Creamy potato soup
Thursday: Breakfast for dinner
Friday: Pizza
I was a little rushed when I made this week’s menu — last night, 5 minutes before I left for a late-night run to the grocery store. We’re using mostly things that I already had on hand. My in-laws are coming over on Wednesday, and had they not put in a request we probably would’ve been having PB&J.
Monday: Tomato-tortellini soup
Tuesday: Spaghetti
Wednesday: Curried chicken
Thursday: Ravioli
Friday: Pizza
I must’ve been in a very lazy state of mind when I made this week’s menu, because it is heavy on the EZ meals.
Monday: Tacos
I made the ground beef for this on Friday, when we had Mexican pizza. So I’ll have very little to do tonight beyond warming things up.
Tuesday: Mac ‘n’ cheese for the kids; leftover Orange Chicken for me
Wednesday: Huevos Rancheros
Rockford loves breakfast for dinner, and I love Mexican food. This might turn out to be our perfect meal.
Thursday: Fish sticks
I may get fancy and put mine on a bun.
Friday: Dinner out
Now, this has nothing to do with dinner. But I’m asking you here anyway, because it’s on my mind this morning. Rockford and I are 30. We have two children. I’m thinking it might be time to trade the futon in for a big-people sofa. What do you think?