What once seemed so hard.

The last couple of weeks have been, a struggle.  Last week I think I brought my lunch to work twice.  Which meant 3 days of eating out (one of them a farmboy salad, pho another day and subway another) - not necessarily bad choices, but I really should be bringing my lunch.

As soon as I get out of the habit of doing something it seems sooo daunting to do it again. 

Again - quick run down of my typical night.
4:00pm - leave work
4:30 - pick up Carson
4:45 - pick up Beckett
5:00 - home
5:30 - kids driving me crazy cause they are hangry and I'm trying to get supper made (at least now I can throw them outside and they are happy until supper is ready)
6:00 - eat
6:30 - play, homework, hang out - family time
7:30 - bath, bed
8:30 - time to make Carson's lunch and my lunch, (which normally involves quite a bit of prep), do dinner dishes
9:15 - get clothes ready for next day (alarm is set for 5:30am) for me and boys
Plus any other chores necessary for that day - laundry, garbage, clean kitchen etc....

So when I start NOT making my lunch and I have an extra half hour at night?  It's wonderful - I watch TV, I read a book, I sit and talk with my husband.  It's bliss.

I know I will feel better when put the time and effort into lunches - food prep, meal plan, MAKE MY LUNCH, maybe even start putting dinner together for the next day? 

This week - I know it's only the third day, but I've brought my lunch every day (chicken salad two days, spaghetti squash with homemade delicious (if I do say so myself) sauce) - I've made quite yummy dinners at night - and I feel a million times better.  Sure it takes more time at night, less indulgent time for myself - but better in the long run.