That's my attitude at the moment... I've been in the car all day today. Literally. After the girls got on the bus this morning, Andrew and I hopped in the car and headed north. We drove 3 hours to meet my parents so he could continue on his merry way with them for a few days of spoiling and fun; I then turned around and drove back home again to meet the bus at 4 pm when the girls returned home. And right now, making dinner is the LAST thing I want to do!
Ever had one of those nights? Sure you have! We all have! And plenty of them. Practically every night for some of us. Normally I love to cook. But not tonight. I am tired from driving in bright sunlight, dodging the ever present orange road construction barrels, and listening to horrible radio/mp3's (nothing was really doing it for me). So this presents a challenge. How do I provide sustenance for my family without A) blowing a fortune on overpriced, low-quality take-out; B) going back out in the car to the grocery store because I forgot to pull something out of the freezer this morning; or C) losing what little sanity I have left scouring my refrigerator and pantry for some inspiration while listening to hungry girls whine?
Easy! Toss all three kids in the pool. Pour a nice cold cocktail. Call husband and tell him it's pizza night, because we haven't had one in a while! SERIOUSLY! Don't judge me - I know this blog is supposed to be all about having all the answers, having all the tools on hand, having everything prepared for just such an occasion. Well guess what?! Part of that equation as a modern, realistic housewife, is giving yourself permission to say "the heck with it" and order pizza! I realized today as I was driving back that I never seem to give you guys the permission to do that, and it is so very important.
Part of having it "all" is being able to take a night off once in a while and just not do it "all". It really improves your outlook, your energy level, your mood... you might even give your husband a big old kiss when he walks in the door with that cardboard pizza box and he'll instantly forgive you for making him go out of his way on the drive home because - OH MY GOODNESS!!!! - you actually physically touched him other than smacking him to get him out of the recliner and out to mow the lawn!
So take tonight off. I dare you! See if it improves your mood at all. I betcha it does! Tomorrow we can go back to being perfect superwomen....