Accidental Housewife

For the past several weeks, I have found myself to be an accidental housewife. Which essentially means I have been on a hiatus from working. Which has been fantastic.

Contrary to the popular mythology, I have not been getting into screaming matches with other housewives. Nor have I been sitting around in pajamas drinking mimosas and eating bonbons.

I've been busy getting things done. In addition to coordinating all of our appliance deliveries and making sure none of them frightened the dog, I've finished unpacking (mostly). I've made countless trips to home improvement stores to get things for the house, the yard, and the water feature that is still balanced precariously between hot tub, pond, and primordial sludge. I've planted vegetables and waged war on the critters trying to eat them. I've cleaned up after the cat when he nabs the critters (three mice, a lizard, and a young squirrel, to date. Unfortunately, no gophers).

I've also been preparing for the end of my time as an accidental housewife. At some point, I will have to rejoin the workforce. Probably sooner rather than later. And I want to simplify my (and my hubby's) life for when that happens.

I've come across a trend called freezer meals. Basically, you prepare a meal (preferably from scratch) and then freeze it for later, to be thawed, heated, and eaten when you have less time to make dinner but still want a delicious home-cooked meal. A delicious home-cooked meal is more or less a nightly occurrence on the Mountain, because, oddly enough, no restaurants are willing to deliver. Which is probably going to keep us healthier in the long run.