Somedays I feel more like the prison warden than mom. I have rules in the kitchen about what can be grabbed for a snack and what can not. The benefit of these rules is I can estimate how long a particular food will last based on planned usage.
Sounds technical, but think about something like a loaf of bread. When I left last night to teach my nutrition class, there was enough bread in the fridge for sandwiches for today. When I got home last night, there was not but I didn't discover this until this morning. (I suspect this was due to Jim's penchant for toast with a meal.) The result was a scramble to get food together for today's lunches and breakfasts at 6:30 this morning. Clearly, this will become a topic of conversation at dinner because I don't want any repeat performances in the near future.
On today's agenda, replenish the bread supply, make some breakfast muffins and get some laundry done. Check out Ruthie's pressure cooker ideas in yesterday's comments. I'm planning to give them a try tonight.
On a different note, I feel so much more relaxed now that the nutrition class is behind me. Its interesting, I should be tired because I got in late but I'm filled with energy, despite the list of things I need to do. I suspect its becase I can focus on my personal priorites today.