When I left my office job one of the key reasons was this: I wanted to put a decent dinner on the table every night. No more running to the grocery store on my lunch hour in a frantic effort to head off a dinner disaster. No more greasy carry-out. No more staring into the refrigerator in desperation at 6:30 with three hungry, whiny kids in the background.
I am happy to say that of all the goals I had for working at home, this is one I’ve achieved. We eat healthy, home-cooked food, and there’s a side to this I didn’t anticipate – we have great leftovers.
Most evenings, I squirrel away a nice, lunch-sized portion of whatever we had for dinner. The next day when I want lunch, I meander up to the kitchen and dine on homemade soup, or stew, or the last of the big kale salad – and the last cup of coffee. Not bad.
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