I was so happy to come to work today. My husband has been sick with that bad cold/flu and he was flat on his back all weekend. I kept him going with orange juice, Cold and Sinus Tylenol and fresh batteries in the TV remote. That was the fun part. The worst was having to take on cooking duties.

I hate to cook. My husband loves cooking. We are perfect for each other. I digress. So Saturday I had to go to the grocery store, spent an hour and a half listlessly trolling up and down the aisles; I had a list but still, it's tedious. And why do they have to hide the bread crumbs? Shouldn't they be in the bakery section?

Spent the rest of the day in the kitchen, chopping, dicing, mixing. Ugh. The only good thing is that we now have food for the rest of the week. I hate cooking. If it weren't for the crock pots (I have four in various sizes) I would have lost my mind. How do these people with children and families plan menus, shopping lists, replenish the pantry and cook three meals a day, day after day after week after week? 

A person could spend her entire life in the kitchen, shuffling from the stove to the refrigerator to the sink to the cutting board, back to the sink, to the dishwasher, to the stove, and on and on. If I ever committed a horrendous crime and had to be incarcerated, being sentenced to kitchen duty in a school cafeteria would be my idea of life without parole. That's my idea of cruel and unusual punishment.

Does anybody else feel this way? And I only spent one Saturday in the kitchen! Blog with me and tell me.

Busy Gal