Each and every day I thank God for the opportunity to stay home with my little munchkin. I am eternally grateful that my husband works so hard to provide a cozy lifestyle for us that does not involve day care. I know how truly fortunate and blessed I am to be able to witness all of Zane's firsts and to interact with him so much every day.
That being said. . . there's at least one thing about being a stay-at-home-mom that I dread:
Tupperware Repatriation Day
It's when all of the DH's lunch containers from the past week (two. . .THREE weeks) return from their adventures in the workplace to their home base in my cabinets.
I see him coming up the sidewalk with those bulging tell-tale reused grocery sacks, and I just cringe.
Now, don't get me wrong--I am fortunate and blessed and thrilled that he saves THOUSANDS of dollars a year by bringing his lunch and not eating out.
But you can just imagine how disgrostastic those containers are after a few days (WEEKS) of sitting somewhere in his office. Especially on days when the office is closed and the air conditioning is not running.
A leftover dab of enchiladas. An uneaten scoop of cottage cheese. Stir fry gone awry.
The noxious fumes sneak out of the containers before I even open them and wash the remnants of lunches past down the garbage disposal.
Gag. Gag. Gag.
To be honest, the DH takes care of the TRD fallout about 50% of the time. But even he gets grossed out. I know, because on those occasions, the bags make their way into the sink on a Friday night and just sit there until I get up the gumption to fling the foulness into the dishwasher.
So that's my dishing on being a SAHM. If that's all I have to complain about, then it's a pretty good gig!
Seriously, I think the cottage cheese is the worst. What's the grossest thing you've encountered in a forgotten piece of Tupperware?
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I don't know, but there is a lunchbox sitting in my pantry with a thermos inside that used to have milk in it (my son's school lunch). And it's not yet been cleaned. The last time he took lunch to school was before Elly was born. Nearing 5 months. I'm contemplating just throwing the whole thing in the garbage without even opening it, for fear of what might lurk inside...
Good Lord...there are times when even I don't know what it was!
I'm bringing up the rear... with the same answer.
I don't know what the hell it was!
And the old tupperwear was very difficult to get the smell out of it.
The worst smell ever? Left over meat that had been sitting for a week.
I couldn't even open the container - I just threw the whole thing away. I know, it defeated the purpose of using tupperware, but sometimes you gotta do it.
Oh - and for doreen. Once I found a tippy cup with milk in it (under the bed) - and it had been sitting there for so long the milk had turned to cheese and it didn't even smell bad anymore. So, that thermos might be okay.
Well, maybe I'll be brave and open it. I will come and share the result, if I survive. :p
Your Blanco looks exactly like our dog, Bunny, except our dog is black. We call her Bunny because of the big ears she has and the bouncy way she hops all over the yard. She is supposed to be part shephard, part terrier and part Lab. We love her spunky behaviors.
I wish Greg would take his lunch. But I'm too lazy to make it and since he doesn't really want to take it, he doesn't make it either.
Plus, I think he really enjoys hanging out with the guys and getting out of the office for a bit.
But the money we could save would be great! Ugh, oh well!
Yep. Gotta jump in here with the unidentifiables. 'Cause, remember, my darling-sweetheart-loveo'mylife works in a lab. There are some things one just doesn't ask to preserve one's own sanity.
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