Okay, so for most people, this doesn't sound like a big accomplishment, but, honestly, it's been months since I actually prepared a real dinner, not just making myself a sandwich or nuking a frozen dinner. On most nights, we go out and eat, because I'm tired when I get home.
There's something about having my folks here, though, that makes me want to cook and show them that I really can do stuff like that, even if I choose not to do so on a daily basis.
In unrelated news, I lost my navy blue gel pen, and I can't make myself write in my "Take Five" notebook without it. :( Sometimes OCD sucks.
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Oh girl, I'm right there with you. We're remodeling and seem to be ripping something or destroying something every evening after work, so last night I made spaghetti as my husband pulled 60 year old formica off the counter. I felt so domestic, I was tempted to don an apron and some heels.
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