Thursday Fail/Redirect and Weekday Wrap Up

It is Friday and I am feeling pretty good about our stick to the plan skills.  (It remains to be seen if this putting it out there will keep me so good long term).  Only 1 lunch out which I feel great about as it was meeting up with a friend. We needed bread made on Thursday, which was manageable as Thursday has a lot of pop back home moments perfect for doing the next step.  I have been making the majority of our bread for a year now.  The rest of my Thursday night prep for Friday's salad and biscuits just didn't happen.  There was a certain little man that informed me he had made a decision and he wanted to be a fish from the Lorax for school the next day.  In all fairness I had 14 or 15 hours notice.  He was either a fish or orange sherbet by the next morning, but he clearly was in some type of costume.  (I really do have a theater degree focused in costuming, yet managed to make really sad costumes for my kids again and again.  It is a terrible failing that I find endlessly amusing).  So as is often the case I did two things sort of ok instead of one thing well.  So the salad had some seeds and no other protein (I still hard boiled the eggs while we ate the salad.  Does that make me crazy?)  And without biscuits, we will soon be in need of a loaf of bread, yet again.  Have you had honey and butter on homemade bread recently?  It is just yummy.  All in all as I head to a school dance filled with pizza and treats, we are going in strong.

We are having a party tomorrow.  By that I mean two lovely men that are willing to come over and play cards with a few 8 to 10 year old kids.  The very same little fish/frozen dessert/man has made the popcorn to be sweetened for treats, and I need to get some pizza dough made.  Also time to take out that chicken for Sunday.

Oh on top is a picture of Thursday's soup.  Yes it looks almost exactly like the Fried rice from Tuesday.  I added some curry to my bowl just so I didn't feel so stuck in a rut.  But then I did the exact same thing to the left overs of it I brought for lunch.  Call'in it - A RUT.