when I got home too late from work tonight, I opened my fridge to see what I had for dinner. the entire contents? salsa, beer, tonic, limes and margarita mix. (yes, apparently I'm all ready for a party, as long as the guests only require beverages.)
so I figured the freezer might have something. ice packs, ice in a bucket, chicken breasts, coffee beans, and my sort-of-short-term-roommate's frozen dinners.
the pantry had a few items, plenty of dog food and bones, several varieties of crackers, pasta (no sauce), but nothing easily fixed for dinner. (although there is, of course, plenty of vodka and tequila to go with the contents of the fridge and all that ice.)
after considering whether or not I'd get to the store before the s-o-s-t roommate returns and the amount of time it would take to thaw and cook the chicken, I decided on crackers and salsa (I know, very nutritious).
during my gourmet meal, I realized that when I work too much, I let things slide. I forget to open my mail. I space watering my lawn. and, well, obviously the grocery thing.
it's not all laziness or forgetfulness. there's also the not being home much, and eating out too much lately.
besides there aren't many consequences. maybe a bill paid late here or grass shriveling up there. and, of course, having to eat crackers for dinner.
but along with setting limitations for myself (and those I work for) to make sure I have time to keep appointments and swim occasionally at lunch, I shall add to my list of unwavering demands that I have enough time to go grocery shopping. well, at least once a month.