Wife Guilt, Crock Pots and the Attack of the Door Frames

This has been quite the crazy past 8 days! Getting used to working two jobs is hectic and that means that the apartment has kind of gone by the wayside as far as getting chores done. Chores are overrated as it is. And laundry? Well I have decided laundry is a guy. Annoying, cumbersome and just can't stay clean for long. Yup...laundry's a dude.

So along with the laundry and dusting going by the wayside I haven't been able to fix dinner for the hubs very much the past week. This has caused some hard-core wife guilt. Since when did needing to feed my husband every night become such a big thing? Well, if I thought he would actually eat something semi-healthy when I'm not around, I would be ok with it. But with this whole "Skinny by Disney" thing we got going on, it is so important that we change the way we eat. Super lame.

So enters the crock pot. I currently work out of a vintage pot that was my mother's like first crock pot and it's awesome. Soups have been rocking my world for the past couple days. So even though it's not a 4-course dinner, the wife guilt is lifting a bit.

Totes old school

On a random note, I've decided that we have unnaturallyMASSIVE door frames. Lately they have been jumping out at me and hitting the tops of my hands, hip checking me and once I even turned around to head into the bedroom and it was RIGHT THERE! The bane of my existence people...

But whhhhy are you so large door frames?!

I hope you have all had a great Monday!