Since becoming a mom of two, I almost never feel like cooking. And I certainly never feel like planning out meals. Who am I kidding…that sentiment was felt long before kids!
It is always this endless dilemma of deciding what we will have for dinner. Why must I always be the one to have to decide this? My husband will ask: “so, what are we going to make for dinner,” as if the ‘we’ means that he will have some hand in what dinner will be and how it will be made.