Okay, it's confession time.
I HATE to cook. Or maybe it's not that I hate cooking as much as I hate cleaning up after cooking. Whatever it is, I cook as little as possible.
In any event, with Jeremy's massive pay cut, the inevitable has happened. We just can't afford to eat out like we used to.
Confession number two:
The very worst day to cook in my opinion, is Sunday afternoon right after church. If we could eat out one day during the week, the day I would like to eat out is Sunday. We do this pretty often. (I know, that causes others to break the Sabbath, I'm really bad.)
Well, they were having one of those school fundraisers where you eat out one day at a certain restaurant and a portion of your sale goes to the school. That was this Thursday, so we ate at Fuddrucker's. There was no money left to eat out anywhere else this week, and I had originally planned on making ravioli for dinner Thursday, so I decided to make it on Sunday after church.
Let me tell you something. Twice this week, I have not wanted to cook, but I did because I had to. Let me tell you something else. After I had made dinner, I was so glad that I did! My family loved the two meals I made, and I did too. And the fixing and clean-up were not bad at all! I had gotten into the habit of eating out because it was convenient and I didn't want to cook. But cooking isn't so bad, and I feel so much better about myself as a wife and mother. I know I'm doing the best thing for my family, we'll probably lose a ton of weight, and I'm finding out that I'm a pretty good cook too! Yay me!