Why not delay going to bed a bit longer?
I was going through some e-mail and whatnot and so I thought "hey, rather than go to bed and feel better tomorrow, why don't I write something in my journal? Great idea!" I don't even have much of anything to say - but here goes, anyway!
Made dinner this evening, a nice change from two meals of pizza yesterday (we ordered a HUGE pizza two nights ago and so got to eat it for two more meals afterward). Not that I'm complaining about the pizza, mind you, but it did make me feel rather lazy. The problem with cooking is that the kitchen is inevitably (these days) not quite clean when I start, which means that the cooking + eating + clean up time together takes WAY longer than I want it to. At least I made some rice stuff for later in the week, so the mess yielded more than one meal.
We're also starting to accumulate old leftover containers in the fridge again, which means that something will get pushed to the back and forgotten until it's discovered later growing all kinds of colorful mold if I don't do a purge and identify what's still edible. The oldest items should also be moved to the front. I really don't enjoy going through old food, which is why I tend to put it off - but I'd rather throw out slightly off food than science project food, so I may as well do it sooner rather than later.
Riding the things-in-the-fridge connection...I was making some rice cereal (with breast milk) for baby the other day, I tested the milk's temperature with my finger. Rather than going over to the sink to rinse the milk off, I just licked it off my finger - I was also kind of curious as to how the milk tasted. Rather to my surprise, I thought it was absolutely revolting - something about it almost made me gag. I wasn't expecting it to be tasty, but I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction, either...so of course I had to taste some newer milk from the fridge just to make sure the stuff I had already tasted wasn't off. No, it wasn't - that was just the taste. Yick. Glad the baby seems to enjoy it.
Starting to feel hungry. That DEFINITELY means I should have gone to bed already.
Made dinner this evening, a nice change from two meals of pizza yesterday (we ordered a HUGE pizza two nights ago and so got to eat it for two more meals afterward). Not that I'm complaining about the pizza, mind you, but it did make me feel rather lazy. The problem with cooking is that the kitchen is inevitably (these days) not quite clean when I start, which means that the cooking + eating + clean up time together takes WAY longer than I want it to. At least I made some rice stuff for later in the week, so the mess yielded more than one meal.
We're also starting to accumulate old leftover containers in the fridge again, which means that something will get pushed to the back and forgotten until it's discovered later growing all kinds of colorful mold if I don't do a purge and identify what's still edible. The oldest items should also be moved to the front. I really don't enjoy going through old food, which is why I tend to put it off - but I'd rather throw out slightly off food than science project food, so I may as well do it sooner rather than later.
Riding the things-in-the-fridge connection...I was making some rice cereal (with breast milk) for baby the other day, I tested the milk's temperature with my finger. Rather than going over to the sink to rinse the milk off, I just licked it off my finger - I was also kind of curious as to how the milk tasted. Rather to my surprise, I thought it was absolutely revolting - something about it almost made me gag. I wasn't expecting it to be tasty, but I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction, either...so of course I had to taste some newer milk from the fridge just to make sure the stuff I had already tasted wasn't off. No, it wasn't - that was just the taste. Yick. Glad the baby seems to enjoy it.
Starting to feel hungry. That DEFINITELY means I should have gone to bed already.