Today, I quickly cleaned up my classroom and changed into my biking clothes. Last year, at the beginning of the year I was walking home from school and this year I bought myself a bike and I've been biking home from school. Hubby drops me off in the morning and I bike home in the afternoon. I was feeling excited because Friday is the end of a school week and I get to rejuvenate. Tonight I was looking forward to cooking one of my favourite meals.
Hubby arrived home from work and we went to the supermarket together, which is not really a done thing in our household. I really dislike grocery shopping. There is only the two of us at home and he dreads grocery shopping as much as I do. Friday night is fish night. Lately, we've been planning our meals a week ahead and
we I decided that Friday would be Fish night.
We arrive at the supermarket and he grabs a trolley and I grab my basket. He goes his way and I go mine. We must look like an odd couple with our separate trolley and basket. But his mission is different from my mine and I like to take my time. He insists on rushing around throwing things into the trolley. He's at the check-out in no time at all. I just take my time. We accidentally meet at the frozen food department and I tell him I'm having salmon and ask him would he like salmon or battered fish. He says, he wants to have steak. I say, well it's Fishy-Friday. I roll my eyes and say, okay! He zooms off with his trolley to get his steak and I continue to walk up and down the aisle collecting my goodies.
In my grocery basket I have my salmon, salad and my goodies for my lunches next week. I make my lunches on Sunday and store them in the fridge. Five lunches ready made for each day of the week. One lease job to do in the morning before school. I arrive back at the car and hubby says, where have you been? Once again, I roll my eyes.
Later in the evening he sits down to his meal of steak, salad and chips. I sit down with my salmon and salad. Both meals look delicious.