Anonymous wrote:Another helpless husband and martyr wife thread?
I am just like OP. I don’t like to cook; DH does. I eat healthy but otherwise don’t much care what or when; DH likes variety and regular mealtimes or his blood sugar drops. We have elementary age kids. I look forward to not not cooking as much as I do now.
I do most cooking during the week and he does most cooking on the weekends. We meal plan together. The kids are mostly making their own school lunches these days.
How have you gotten yourselves to the point where you do everything?
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.
Anonymous wrote:I am counting the days until my youngest goes off to college and I can eat cereal over the sink and be done with dinner prep.
DH had basic cooking skills when we first met, but they have completely atrophied, along with all common kitchen sense. I have cheerfully told him that when we are empty nesters, his days of having a different hot meal each evening will be done, but I don't think he believes me. He's going to be in for a rude awakening.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My husband is totally disabled. What in the world is these other husbands’ excuses? Make these dudes cook!
No kidding!! I do that and I seriously don’t get women who marry lame ducks then complain about them. I’m sure these men were the same way before marriage - yet the women expect them to be different. I told my husband that I wanted an equal partnership - we both earn; we both take on child rearing and home duties
Some couples split 50/50 everything and some do 100% of tasks they are best at. It doesn’t mean it never gets annoying or repetitive to do these things.
Anonymous wrote:When my kids are grown I don't think I will ever cook ever again. I hate it. I also don't really care about food. I will sometimes remember at 3pm that I haven't eaten yet for the day other than a cup of coffee. I like good food when I am eating it but I don't ever THINK about food all day. My husband is the opposite. He constantly is thinking about what is for lunch and dinner. Its so annoying. Then I have young kids who I am solely responsible for making sure they are fed healthy meals every day. I am over it. Rant over.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My husband is totally disabled. What in the world is these other husbands’ excuses? Make these dudes cook!
No kidding!! I do that and I seriously don’t get women who marry lame ducks then complain about them. I’m sure these men were the same way before marriage - yet the women expect them to be different. I told my husband that I wanted an equal partnership - we both earn; we both take on child rearing and home duties
Anonymous wrote:My husband is totally disabled. What in the world is these other husbands’ excuses? Make these dudes cook!
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.
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.