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Adjustments

With me working full time now, we've had to make some adjustments. Before when I was in school, I'd get home in time to take a nap, then watch a show while doing the dishes and making dinner every night. It was great! I loved it! I love cooking (for the most part) and cleaning isn't that bad when you can watch t.v while doing it. It only felt fair since I wasn't working at the time and only going to school.
Now, I don't get home until 6:45 every night, or 7:45 on Tuesdays. When I get home, I'm absolutely exhausted. I usually just want to eat, and then go to bed about an hour later. Sammy get's off at six, so he's had to do the cooking. It's been, interesting. While he's a pro at making breakfast foods, pasta, and chicken, he hasn't made a lot of the other meals we eat at tines. He's also learning how to read recipes, and the difference between a tsp and a TBSP. We had some pretty salty mac and cheese one night.

 I write him directions for the meals, but sometimes I don't explain things that I didn't think I needed to, like when coating potatoes in oil, you just roll them in a bowl with the oil, you don't pour that oil onto the baking sheet. He's learning though, and I'm so grateful that he's trying!

He's also learning how to load the dishwasher. Until last week, I've held back from telling him how to load it. I'm perfectly aware that there are different ways to load a dishwasher, and one way to kill someone helping out is to be nitpicky and tell them how to do everything. However, when I came out and saw him hand washing bowls because he'd ran out of room, when he in fact had not, I had to step in.

 A lot of my older co-workers always complain about how their husbands don't help out in the kitchen at all. I want to remember these moments of Sammy learning to cook because I'm so grateful for them, and they'll be fun to tell our kids about later on!  

Some other adjustments that we've made are how often we visit family, and how we grocery shop. Since we don't see each other as much, we want to spend what little time we do have together and doing more productive activities. We go on dates, go on bike rides, watch movies together instead of sitting on the couches checking on social media. I'm so grateful for that adjustment, because it's really made our time feel more intentional. As for grocery shopping, we write a list and then we go through the store getting those items as fast as possible. It's saved us time, and money. 

This is an interesting time, and all adjustments don't have to be for the bad. :) 

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