Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:Amen, sister. I have turned into an elderly person who wants to eat a modest little plate of something unfussy at 4 p.m. on most days. A handful of nuts, some crackers, some cheese, crudite. Then I realize I've somehow been swindled into feeding a giant man and two starving, fussy pre-teen/teens. DH works in an office with a commute 4 days a week and I WFH. Add kids with activities into the mix and it does fall on me. Also DH says he will eat "whatever" but then in the moment is like "what's this" or "hmmm I've had a too much red meat" yet when cornered and asked what he wants for the week is a huge dumb deer in headlights. I have my own irrelevant solutions but the vent is the important part.
Me too. I told my husband just the other day that when the younger kid goes away to college in 3 years, I'm never cooking again. He looked distressed.