School has started, the kids are busy, this is life. Eventually, I will get back to the sewing room (today maybe?). As I have settled into my new routine, I have waxed nostalgic about the good ole' days when my kids were littler. Magically, I had more time when they were not in school. How in the world does that work?
Now, I am up at 5:20, and I don't even get to get a shower until 8 or 9 a.m. I spend my mornings driving kids to different schools. And I spend the rest of the day recovering from when they are home (laundry, laundry, dishes, laundry,grocery shopping, errands, picking up, laundry, dishes,etc)....oh, and taking care of the cutest 2 year old ever.
When 2 p.m. rolls around, and I've just finished cleaning up, the kids start shuffling through the door. The homework rush is about to begin, my time is going to evaporate quickly. And I realize, that really awesome crock pot meal I had planned, well...it's still frozen in the freezer. uh oh. the day isn't going as I planned. This is when I am grateful for the pressure cooker.
I love this baby. Roasts, are done in an hour. Frozen chicken....20-30 minutes. Truth be told, I love this baby. It has saved me more times than I would like to admit. Need the super tender meat, and need it in few minutes, here you go. So, now, I can pretend that I have been thoughtful about dinner, I have been planning all day, and now it is all prepared.
HA HA HA, I have everyone fooled.
Go ahead, grab one, and you can fool everyone too.