We are not exactly gourmet around our house. Part of it is the kid factor, but most of it is simply that by the time we’ve both made it through a day of school, neither one of us has much motivation to cook. Recently we’ve survived by the grace of two grandmas who love to make and/or pick up food for us.
One of our more brilliant life choices was motivated by this lack of…motivation. (I’m not even motivated enough to find a different word to use there.) And, like many great ideas, it was inspired by a book.
On Friday nights, we order pizza and have a SECRET PIZZA PARTY.
I know, I know. Ordering pizza on a Friday night is not exactly earth-shattering. But hear me out. As a special treat, we eat our pizza downstairs, while watching some sort of children’s show. (Usually Clifford.) Well, OK, Lydia watches Clifford, and the adults goof around on their phones and generally chillax. The best part is that the decision factor is completely taken out of the equation. This is what we do on Friday nights. No thought required. Aaron calls or texts when he’s leaving school, I order the pizza using the handy “repeat my last order” button in the app, he picks up the pizza (and stops for a bottle of wine on the way), and ta-da! Dinner. Lydia thinks it’s a fantastic treat, and we love not having to muster the energy for a “real” dinner on Friday night. Win-win.
Stay lazy, my friends. Sometimes it actually turns out to be genius.