This. Is. My. Dinner.

by Trisha-and-Amy on March 9, 2011

I’m done. I’ve had it. I’m totally sick and tired of making two — sometimes three — dinners every single night. For two children, myself and my husband. I will now rebel, and drink only wine for dinner from this point forward. ‘Cause you know what? If I don’t eat, you don’t eat. And wine is way tastier, anyway.

You know what sucks about dinner? It comes EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. It never ends. Just when you think you’ve got it covered — you’ve figured out that delicate balance between Annie’s mac ‘n cheese, marinated pork tenderloins, and grilled cheese (“umm, can I have, like the OTHER bread, ’cause this bread is weird. I don’t want this kind. And I don’t like this crust, ewww”) — you find yourself panicked at about 3 p.m. when you have ABSOLUTELY NO CLUE what to do. I mean, no bragging here, but I’m a pretty bright person. I went to a four-year liberal arts college. I even took French for like, 8 years. Not saying I can really speak it, but still. But dinner? Throws me right over the edge.

Here’s another thing I don’t want to hear from my other half, after I’ve patted myself on the back for trying a Barefoot Contessa chicken marsala recipe (which is waaaay beyond my comfort zone): “Oh! Babe, that’s…cool. The only thing is…I, uh…had a huge chicken sandwich for lunch. I mean, I’m totally up for chicken marsala…you have a cook book?” Seriously???

All the dinner I need.

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Caleb March 10, 2011 at 8:03 pm

I don’t know who the hell you are, lady, but you just convinced me to not have a child.

Cara April 20, 2011 at 4:35 pm

I hear you. I think you just helped me plan my dinner too.

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