I used to be a dependable, reliable person. I used to be the kind of person who could sit down on Saturday, write out a menu for the week, and then faithfully procure the necessary ingredients for said menu at the store.
And then I got pregnant. And had a baby. And then that baby turned into a toddler. And then I got pregnant again.
Now all that’s left of that stalwart groceries-procuring menu warrior is an exhausted-looking woman shuffling her way through the aisles pushing a cart laden with fruit and maybe some cheese.
For the second time in less than a week, I’ve neglected to include a crucial ingredient on my grocery list. Last week I forgot to buy heavy whipping cream to make a recipe titled…Wait for it….Creamy Chicken with Mushrooms. I bought the chicken and mushrooms, but left out the cream.
Where did I think the cream was going to come from? Who knows!
Then this week I forgot to add pasta sauce to my list. What recipe is going to suffer for this lapse? Spaghetti. I have ground beef, an onion, and noodles. What don’t I have? Spaghetti sauce!
What is the point of spaghetti night without pasta sauce? None. There isn’t one.
I mean, at least I haven’t filled the garage with bubbles or anything. Still, it’d sure be swell to avoid extraneous trips to the grocery store to purchase key ingredients my brain magically erased.
It’d also be nice to be able to see my feet or get off the couch without grunting, but that’s just asking for way too much at this point.