I just finished a quick $62 shopping trip to Walmart and yet, I had Taco Bell for dinner. No doubt $17 of that shopping trip was for dinner tonight - my latest Pinterest test recipe, Taco Stuffed Shells. Mouthwatering. But it didn't happen, I had a meltdown.
Wives, or for that matter, mothers, girlfriends, women of the world - do you work through your mental checklist all day and then all of the sudden get overwhelmed and lose it? Guilty. Happened to me today.
At some point, I developed this odd notion that I am responsible for juggling and solving everyone's problems, not to mention while 100 feet in the air on a tight rope. Ladies, why do we assume that stress? Maybe a little 'mom in training' and some hereditary anxiety issues, but that's another post.
So my meltdown. I assume the same old dinners get boring. I spend way too much time scouring Cooking Light, Pinterest, and FoodTV looking for new, interesting recipes, with the added difficulty of avoiding fried, buttered or breaded. Yikes. Not to mention, I have to work late, run by the store before prepared said miracle dinner, and hope it's done before 10PM.
I get home with all my ingredients. 7:30PM. Unload groceries. 7:45PM. Replay the phone conversation I had with Bo in the store about the unnecessary pressure I place on myself when he doesn't think I repeat dinners too often and would be happy with chicken fried steak. 8:10PM. Dinner's not happening before 9PM. Commence tears. 8:15PM. And that's how I ended up with Taco Bell.
In all seriousness, stress makes the back of my neck hurt. How do we resolve this impression we have that wives must channel the 1950's and prepare a scratch made meal each night? Dinner is such a challenge.
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