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Fail to Plan, Plan to Fail


Planning is a very big part of what I do. In fact, I often talk about the importance of it to my boys and listed it here.  It's a large part of why I think our home operates smoothly. But, I did have a couple of areas of my life that needed "cleaned-up."  Areas that I always seemed to procrastinate. (See, boys, I'm not perfect) I feel so much better getting that out in the open. 

One of those areas was grocery shopping. I. Hated. It. I discovered in talking to other SAHM's, I wasn't alone. But, I needed a solution.  So, I started looking at why I hated it so much.  And, as I peeled back the layers here's what I discovered about me: I do not go to the store without a list, and I do not make a list without a menu, and making a menu seemed HARD. 

Until, about 5 years ago. 

I discovered plantoeat.com. I think that it was promoted at that time by Money Saving Mom. This software changed my life. Seriously. Well, part of it. I still actually had to shop. But, I'll talk about that in another post. 

Plan to Eat stores my recipes and makes my life simple by allowing me to "drag" my recipes into any particular day of the week and then it actually creates a grocery list for me. Isn't that amazing?  

On Thursdays, I drag my recipes into any of the days of the week/month and create my list.  

Life is even more simple now because I actually ORDER my groceries and pick them up on Fridays.  I'll cover that later.

There's no more wondering what we're having for dinner or if I have the stuff to prepare it. My family comes home to a less-stressed mom, with a home cooked meal that we sit and enjoy together. And, then they clean up! 

If you see yourself in my words, procrastinating planning or disorganized meal times,  I recommend you go here and see for yourself how great Plan to Eat really is! 

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