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my sense of time is so confused now lmao, like obv quarantine, unemployed, griefbrain, but also i have been pushing dinner later and later so that dad can eat before he goes in around midnight. it’s almost 11 and i just ate dinn and i’ve got some stuff to do before bed aldjfksd
bruh i have been conducting some prime meal prepping this eve:
• marinated & grilled two kinds of chicken for dinner/lunches this week, + box rice
• made a big pot of black bean/sweet potato chili to freeze for this weekend
• have apples diced and covered, ready for muffinsss
a sampling of some of the lunches i make for dad, because he is 7 years old and if i put a vegetable in there he will throw it out
look what a good little pinterest mom i am. (wanted a small container for detergent so i could do hand washes upstairs)
okay for the gay-ass overachieving nerds with depression who i love dearly and who keep telling me “idk why i feel so shitty rn” and “i just feel so rundown” and “i’m not getting anything done,” i’m gonna put this in terms you losers can understand: