I Knew I Was An Adult When… (and Menu Plan Monday)
Adulthood is a funny thing. When you’re a child, you look forward to the autonomy of adulthood as the end all be all, and then suddenly one day you realize you are entirely on your own, and you’re utterly overwhelmed with the responsibility of your situation.
I had a moment like that when I was about 25. I suddenly realized one day that I was a married woman with a full time teaching position and a house. (Okay, so it was a half a house, and it was a rental. But still. It was our house.) And I thought to myself, “I have a husband, a job, and a house. I MUST be an adult. But I don’t feel like an adult.”
Does anyone ever truly feel like an adult? I know I still don’t.
And WHY am I entertaining this line of thinking this morning? I just had one of those funny little moments that suddenly hit me over the head once again with the fact that, like it or not, I am an adult, and no one is going to take care of the nitty gritty details of running this household but me. This morning I opened the fridge after being out of town for 5 days, only to be greeted by half-used bottles of various and sundry condiments along with a half-gallon of milk sitting on otherwise empty, sludgy shelves that are in desperate need of a thorough cleaning.
It was a rude awakening, let. me. tell. YOU.
So here I sit, philosophizing about the meaning of life and adulthood, when I clearly have a task ahead of me — a few tasks, actually. First I need to take inventory of my freezers because I know I have enough meat to feed the Russian army. It’s just a matter of figuring out what I have and what I should do with it. Then after I plan my menu and make a shopping list, I must actually go shopping — which is the WORST part of the whole ordeal. And it might be nice to clean out the fridge before filling it up again. So. That’s probably the sum of my day, right there. Such a glamorous life I lead.
What I REALLY want to do is sit here at the computer in my sweatpants and a cup of perpetually hot coffee (if someone could invent a mug that keeps coffee hot, they’d be a millionaire — and no, not one of those stinky to-go cups; they make my coffee taste like plastic) and edit wedding pictures and Williamsburg vacation pictures and pound out posts for the week.
But alas, the household must be run, and I’m just the woman do to it. So, without further ado…
Meal Plan for Oct 4 – 9
MONDAY: Spaghetti (with leftover sauce and leftover ground beef), Caesar salad (if I’m feeling ambitious enough to brave the grocery store)
TUESDAY: Dover Sole a la Meuniere, fresh veggies yet TBD (I bought some Dover Sole at Trader Joes, and I’m dying to see what it’s like.)
WEDNESDAY: Herbed Chicken Rosé, mashed potatoes, green veggie
THURSDAY: leftovers for kids, Mama and Daddy are going OUT!
FRIDAY: Triple Threat Meatloaf (recipe to come)
SATURDAY: In honor of R’s 5th birthday, at her request, Curry Chicken Pot Pie
And there you have it. That’s the plan, anyway. What are you making this week?