We sent three kids to college in the fall. 3 college tuition's. College Girl is in her very last semester and will graduate in 2 months. I say her very last---but she's headed to graduate school in January.
Frick decided that he wanted to live at home and commute. All good.
Frack decided to live in the dorm. All good.
When I announced to my husband and my son that I wouldn't be cooking on weeknights, the earth shook just a teensy bit. I don't think they believed me. I told them I would make big meals on the weekend so we would have leftovers or they could eat whatever they found available to them.
In fact, I think they thought I was bluffing. I rarely cook in the first three weeks of school anyway, so no big deal.
I was never more serious in my life.
I have not made one meal on a weeknight since school started. Not. One. We have had good meals on the weekend, for the most part (there was that one weekend when I didn't make a thing) and my system of making big meals has worked.
We have had:
Mexican (this is my GO TO meal)
Chicken and Rice casserole
Beef and noodles
Tater tot casserole
Chicken and Noodles
Homemade mac and cheese with pigs-in-a-blanket
Chicken noodle soup
Nobody is starving. And they just keep coming home, so it can't be all bad.
There was some clarification in what days are considered the weekend. Apparently, if you are a Hays Man, Friday counts as the weekend.
And yes. I should be grading papers. Just sayin'.