Priorities. It’s What’s For Dinner.

Okay, St. Louis.  Seriously.  What the HELL is up with your weather?

Today it never got out of the 50s, and by this time I have forgotten what the damn sun is supposed to look like.  This weekend?  It’s supposed to be ninety-fucking-two.  This shit?  Is just not acceptable.

I finally made it a priority to bring my sorry ass home and cook something for dinner that was more involved than tacos.  Not that I don’t love me some faux meat tacos, but it been forever since I had actually taken the time to make food.  I had reached the point where I was staring at food blogs lustfully not because of any particular foodstuff the author had made, but instead just because they had made something.

There is no way to describe it other than I got out of the habit of cooking.  I found out I was pregnant in, what, the first week of February or something?  I failed my magic pee stick on Monday, and by Friday I bid welcome to all-day morning sickness.  I’m not sure what was more off-putting about cooking: the fact that doing it required standing up, or the fact that it involved food.  Either way, that shit was not happening.

By the time the morning sickness worn off, my office had stepped up the ass kickings to the point where I just didn’t feel like I had time to cook.  Truth be told, I still don’t.  The only thing that has changed is that I’ve decided that I’m going to re-order my priorities so I do more of the things that I enjoy–like cooking and eating yummy things.