I have been thinking about that sentence a great deal lately -- especially since these last few days I have been feeling out of sorts and ready to fly off the handle at every turn. I wish I could put my finger on what's got me so wired but at the moment I don't really know what it is.
I was thinking that perhaps it has alot to do with what happened a few Fridays back with my neighbor or at least that was just another thing to add to what's been going on inside of me.
I can say that I haven't been controlling myself all that well lately. I have been losing my cool and my temper has been rearing it's ugly head more times than I care to admit. And the sad thing is I can see it happening and want to stop myself yet I can't seem to get it to happen. I know I need to make a better attempt at it though.
I am frustrated with our less than frugal ways as of late. Again we haven't completely fallen off the frugal wagon in the way of credit card debts and what not but we have been freely spending money on things like eating out way more than we should. That's a biggie in this house and I feel like it's my fault since I am the one in charge of dinner and there are just some nights that even if I have a menu plan staring me in the face I have no desire to execute it. Anyone else know the feeling?
I need to get out of this slump...not sure if I can or what will bring it about but I am up for any and all suggestions.
Thanks!
Sunday, November 02, 2008
You can only control yourself
Posted by Mama of 2 at 7:00 PM
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I hear you and can offer no advice because I'm feeling the saaaame way.
I could have written this post myself. Something must be in the air, and obviously it travels far because I am in California.
My suggestion for meals is: don't feel guilty using frozen meals or chicken/hamburger/tuna helper. I suffer from menu anxiety also, and I have found that on those nights that I am exhausted and don't want to cook, a Bertoli or ready-made Stouffer's skillet meal does the trick. I don't even prepare a fresh salad on the side. I throw it in a bowl, chuck in front of my husband, and say "dig in." He doesn't even know the difference - he eats, gets full, and he's happy. I am trying to get over myself about it, because do I need one more reason to beat myself up? No, I do not, and you don't either.
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