Aside from not having enough money, there is another reason for why I’m not a Miami Level Trophy Wife. Being a Miami Level Trophy Wife means you have people in your house all the time – the maid, the cook, the nanny. And while the lazy part of me loves the idea of having even less to do than I already do, the lazy part of me also does not the like the idea of people realizing exactly how lazy I am. Or how slightly disgusting I can be with my snacking habits. I need my privacy in order to truly be me. Although I guess I could be like the Beast and tell people to stay out of the west wing. And just have a mini fridge there that I keep my stash in.

Living in a condo gives an Arizona Level Trophy Wife version of this problem. While people aren’t in my house all the time, they are in the building. And I do wonder how much they pay attention to. Do the guards at the front desk notice how often I go grocery shopping? To Target? Buy toilet paper? Do they comment to each other on how many days a week I come home from dropping off Averi at school and then don’t leave the condo until it’s time to pick her back up? Do they notice how often we take a bag to the recycle bins, and that it’s normally filled with clinking glass bottles?

Most annoying, though, is that once a month someone actually is in my home. The exterminator. We are told what day they will be there, and that it will be anytime after 9:30 . They knock on the door, but then just come on in. Unless you are like my neighbor who posted this sign on his door today.

If you don’t tell them no, though, then you need to expect them at any given time. And that means I can’t relax properly, as I fear them entering while I’m in pajamas, in the shower, eating something, or otherwise showing what an antisocial disgusting sloth I can be during the hours of 8-2.

Some days I am legitimately busy out of the house, and some times I plan on doing my errands that day to give me a reason to be out of the house. But some months I am here. So on those days I like to bake or cook so that I’m occupied when they enter.

Today was one of those days. I decided to make some meatballs, as I always like to have some frozen ones on hand for last minute meals, and we are currently out. So I waited till around 10 to get started (which gave me time to watch last nights episode of The Challenge). And my timing was perfect. The exterminator showed up as I washing up and he commented on how delicious the place smelled. Which is another bonus to cooking when people are expected. Places always seem nicer and cleaner when they smell good. 😉

Meatballs

1 lb ground beef or turkey

1 egg

1/2 cup milk

1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese

1 cup italian style bread crumbs

1/4 tbsp oregano

1 tbsp basil

pinch salt

pinch pepper

Preheat oven to 350

Mix all ingredients together in a bowl. Make sure well mixed, especially the bread crumbs.

Place golf size balls of the meat onto a greased baking pan. Bake for 20 minutes.

Eat immediately, or freeze. If freeze, just need around 45 seconds in microwave to reheat.