I’m new to keeping a grocery budget and planning my menus around the sales of the week. It’s all new to me, but I’m trying my best.
Last night, I spent hours looking through circulars, calling Sam’s club and getting prices of fish by the pound so I can compare to our local supermarket and getting all my coupons together.
I was pretty tired but satisfied that I had our menu for the week done. Let me add here that my menu included items that I had already prepped and frozen as well as items that were on sale this week for me to buy.
So when I came down this morning to find my prepped beef stew meal was defrosted on the counter, you can imagine the emotions that coursed through me! This beef stew was not for this week at all! It was for next week since we had beef stew already last week! All my hard work! My husband doesn’t appreciate or understand the work that I do while he sits and plays with the kids. This throws my plan completely out the window now. Now I have to rearrange the menu completely (I don’t have us eating meat more than 1-2 a week so I space them out between Vegetarian, fish, and chicken meals) and I was just so upset about it.Not to mention the lovely cans he left out after a midnight snack of soup.And the messy plates in the sink that were mostly done after I went to bed.
So yes, I am mad. But lately I’ve been taking this homemaker business and treating it like it was the job I had previously working for a big company. If I feel to lazy to do a chore on my daily checklist, I think about how it would be at my previous job. I would never not do something and tell my boss I was just too lazy to get it done. No! I always got it done and if I couldn’t, for some reason, I had a good reason for it – not an excuse.
So this morning I thought to myself, what if I was back at the office and someone had done this? Would I throw a tantrum to my boss and complain about the person? (We actually did this in the past when a new worker came in and did things different than what we were used to. My boss looked at me and my coworker and told us to figure it out, this isn’t preschool! Ah, she was a good boss. Seriously. I grew up a lot under her watchful eye.)
Anyway, so I choose to just roll with the punches – as any good homemaker worth her salt will do. I will put this stew in the fridge (since I don’t want to refreeze it and I don’t have potatoes and carrots for it today) and use it tomorrow. Yes, I’ll have to rearrange my menu. But I view it as a challenge I can take on.
And yes. I will talk to my husband and explain to him what I do and ask him not to take out any freezer meals in the future. Calmly. Smiling. And with a kiss on the cheek.
Because that’s how a Growing P31 Woman does things around here.