Day 13-Irrationally Upset

I woke up super pissed today.

Sundays during the fall and winter are soup days. I make soup for dinner just about every single Sunday from September until the end of March. The Instant Pot is my best friend, and we love to get a loaf of fresh sourdough bread from Panera. Soup Sundays is a thing we all look forward to in my house. And I especially love the leftovers. ‘Cause you know, soup is one of those things that is even better the next day.

Yesterday, I chopped, measured, poured, scooped, and created a roux. I shredded and stirred and ladled. That creamy chicken and wild rice soup last night was savory and flavorful. I cleaned everything up and left the soup to cool before packing it up for the next few days’ lunches. There would even be plenty for Boy to have a few meals (my 20-year-old son, Jake, we call him BOY).

Fast forward to my alarm going off at 6:10 this morning. And as soon as I hit consciousness, I knew.

I never put the soup away. I never got out my containers and lovingly ladled my lunch scoops into their vessels. I let an hour of work and a week’s salary worth of chicken breast go to waste. I mean, have you been grocery shopping lately? It probably would have been cheaper to make lobster bisque! But regardless. It. Was. All. Wasted.

And here’s the kicker: I said out loud, in bed to my fiance as we were both waking up at the same time, “I FORGOT TO PUT THE SOUP AWAY!” And he says, I kid you not, “Oh, I saw it last night and wondered why it was still out.”

Maybe my upset wasn’t so irrational after all.