It’s Dinnertime ... again!

Warning: Mom rant ahead...

I’m tired of meals. I’m tired of the stigma that only “mom” can make said meals. I’m tired of planning, prepping, preparing meals. I’m tired trying to please everyone’s tastes at mealtime. It’s truly exhausting.

Tonight’s meal comes out of frustration. Only three of us in the house, one needs meat to be happy, one “doesn’t care” (but really does) and me- who would be happy eating a bunch of grapes, a piece of cheese and leftover veggies from last night.

But, alas, it’s a Moms duty to cook meals for her family.... so here I stand, preparing a meal I could care less about, all for my family because that’s my “job”.

I know, I know. I am blessed with a beautiful, healthy family and I love and adore them. But this meal thing - has me irritated most days.

Anyone else feeling the mealtime sting?