so remember back in January when I gave up cooking during the week?
to say I fell head over heels in love with it would be an understatement. god, the stress i dont have in my life anymore is fabulous. and time... ok, i dont have that much more time but at least an extra hour or two. so instead of going to bed at midnight, i can aim for 10 because i'm not heading to the gym at 8:30/9 o'clock.
whereas nate was very much against it. hated that i wouldnt cook anymore blah blah blah. although i can say that towards the end of the month, we had definitely worked out a good routine and had some nice alternatives for him to eat at dinner at night, none of which needed my cooking.
well, with my dad in town, i (we) have been back in the kitchen and oh holy cow do i fricken hate cooking. hate. it. i just get home too late, am always tired and wow, preparing a full meal is just overwhelming, but i'm doin it because well i need to, right?
the greatest part was when on Thursday while cooking Nate whispers into my ear "god, i really enjoyed not having to cook during the week."
seriously, i put this decision off for over a year. a year, i tell you! and now i regret i didn't do it sooner. sure, it took nate a while to get used too but in the end..even i was able to convince him otherwise.