Hausfrau, Hausfreya, or...Hausflop?

Today I visited every grocery store in town. I shoveled the snow (that, according to the weather report, doesn't exist), I mopped the floor, and I drove kids multiples times to and from school so they could do their after school program. Also, I spent four hours making Indian chicken and rice for dinner, following a recipe that calls for like, 25 different ingredients. We just happened to have most them, and it seemed a good way to use up some of those giant spice bottles we bought when we needed a tablespoon. The food turned out great.

Guess what my kids ate?

Apples, plain noodles, yogurt, and hot dogs.

That's right. I have probably servings for 12, and two of us ate it. The 2YO even leaned over it and pronounced, "That food is bad."

I give up. Next time, we're just doing TV dinners.