Food is in my head because I cooked, shopped, and then cooked again today. It's like the day was consumed with food! Which, by the way, I'm trying to be mindful off considering I've gained back nearly everything I've lost in the past four years. Oh, so depressing. I never really made a plan for meals this week, I just bought random stuff and got cooking. I had Rob prep meatloaf and then baked two of them. One for dinner tonight, the other sliced and frozen for lunches or fin-fer dinners. Then I made a small batch of chili for lunches, etc, and I've finally started potatoes so we can have a traditional meatloaf dinner tonight.
So what I have to work with this week is... (in my head there's a little drumroll going on. I'm easily amused, get over it.)
- Macaroni and cheese (Kraft blue box)
- Meatloaf (leftovers from tonight and a whole one sliced and frozen)
- Chili (probably just for lunches, but in a pinch it's there for dinner)
- Pasta (spaghetti and sauce or ravioli and sauce - it'll be a mood thing)
- Fried shrimp/chicken and fries (Lindsay hates seafood of every kind - except clam chowder. Go figure)
- Leftovers, fin-fer, breakfast... whatever
School starts - my last class (YEA) - in just over a week. I'm NOT looking forward to it. I'm so freaking over CCU, the cohort I've had to join, the assignments, the assumption that mental health issues cannot be solved without God, that the only way to live is to be Christian... it's never ending. This class is specific to combining religion and counseling, so there's that.
Work is work. I'm exhausted and it's just harder to give a rats ass when I feel overwhelmed and tired. Also, I've been spoiled and rarely have I had to work more than part time. I'm ready to have my Monday off again.
I'm trying to plan the curriculum for a group, two groups actually, and while I'm a planner this is harder. Enough said.
The holidays are coming, and we're in the middle of our family birthdays so I'm kind of anxious about money, get togethers, parties I'm willing to attend, parties that don't happen, gifts I have to buy, and everything that comes with that. Matt isn't coming home for the holidays this year, so there is that.
I've had more pain lately. Headaches, backaches, neckaches, jaw pain... the list feels endless. And then there are the worries... the glands in my neck are swollen. I don't know why but it worries me, and so do a couple of strange moles I have. I'm hoping almost everything is stress related, but I really have to make a doctor's appointment for a physical - and nobody really wants to do that.
So stress. Fucking stress.
I would go on but now all I can think about is how stressed out I am and how I didn't get any laundry done today... Dishes, laundry, packing up all the food I made, making my bed, cleaning up the messes I've made.