Domestic
Today has been productive in a very around-the-house sort of way. I made breakfast this morning (pumpkin waffles! Now we have waffles we can reheat later in the week) and did some dishes. Then I did laundry, and had a conversation with my landlord unexpectedly. She wanted to know if our toilet or faucets were running, because her water bill was higher than usual this month. Ummm, not that I've noticed, but I'm oblivious.
Then off to the grocery store, which was fun because most of what I needed was produce. Yay for more planning ahead! I now have three plastic storage thingies (what do you call those when they're not actually Tupperware brand products?) of salad in the fridge. Two with chicken breast and one with a hard-boiled egg. The only disappointing part there is that the grocery store didn't have the little tiny 2-oz containers to put dressing in. I bought the smallest they had, but it's still mostly a waste of space. And I did more dishes.
And then more baking! I made zucchini muffins! Jim and I have been talking about making said muffins for some time now, and I figured they would be good to have to take with the salads. Unfortunately, the recipe I used wound up tasting mostly like spices and not very much like zucchini. Boo! (still a tasty muffin, it just seems like a waste of a perfectly good zucchini to me) And yet more dishes were done. The sink is now clean. This will last all of about 30 seconds.
And then, as if I weren't domestic enough, I went online in search of the 2-oz plastic containers. Because they are useful. And I ordered myself a set. Off of tupperware.com no less. I feel like I've betrayed myself. I keep telling myself that I'm not the little homemaker, this is just shit that needs to be done, because if I eat Burger King or Au Bon Pain for one more lunch at work I think I'm going to scream. I think it's just that doing all this shit in one day makes me feel very house-wife-ish.
It squicks me out. I think I need to roll around in the mud or tinker with my bike now.
Then off to the grocery store, which was fun because most of what I needed was produce. Yay for more planning ahead! I now have three plastic storage thingies (what do you call those when they're not actually Tupperware brand products?) of salad in the fridge. Two with chicken breast and one with a hard-boiled egg. The only disappointing part there is that the grocery store didn't have the little tiny 2-oz containers to put dressing in. I bought the smallest they had, but it's still mostly a waste of space. And I did more dishes.
And then more baking! I made zucchini muffins! Jim and I have been talking about making said muffins for some time now, and I figured they would be good to have to take with the salads. Unfortunately, the recipe I used wound up tasting mostly like spices and not very much like zucchini. Boo! (still a tasty muffin, it just seems like a waste of a perfectly good zucchini to me) And yet more dishes were done. The sink is now clean. This will last all of about 30 seconds.
And then, as if I weren't domestic enough, I went online in search of the 2-oz plastic containers. Because they are useful. And I ordered myself a set. Off of tupperware.com no less. I feel like I've betrayed myself. I keep telling myself that I'm not the little homemaker, this is just shit that needs to be done, because if I eat Burger King or Au Bon Pain for one more lunch at work I think I'm going to scream. I think it's just that doing all this shit in one day makes me feel very house-wife-ish.
It squicks me out. I think I need to roll around in the mud or tinker with my bike now.