As you may have noticed, I am employing the use of my crock pot more often. I got up this am and put chicken with a little water to cook the chicken while I was a work. I am part of a meal registry for a friend who just had a baby and tonight is my night. I am making chicken spaghetti with pink sauce. So I wanted to have my chicken prepped beforehand to save with time. I came home and the chicken was perfect!! I took it out of the crock pot, shredded it, separated out bones and took the cutting board to pour the bones off. I turned -- holding the cutting board and -- (as if in slow motion) dropped all the chicken on the floor. AHHH panic, what to do. . .
I have a bag of chicken strips in the refridge left over from when my husband was here fending for himself while I was at Scott and White. So on with plan B; so much for preparation!
One meal has gone to the dogs... literally! They will eat well tonight.
So many times I feel like when I try to do things I want them to be ... perfect (stepford wives perfect). But it is not going to happen. I am me. Mr. will tell you I am the queen of making messes. Before something like this would have devastated me but this afternoon I rolled with the punches.
A triumph in the self improvement department. I still find it hard to shake that feeling that I need to be a stepford wife but today I am celebrating the small victories!
Does anyone else feel that pressure to be a stepford wife?? Please share your experiences and reflection on the subject.