Whatever you want to make. Just make something and tell me to eat it.” He has a very demanding job. He gets up before the crack of dawn, drives to work, puts in at least ten hours (or more), and when he comes home he is mentally exhausted and doesn’t want to have to make any more decisions. He also knows that he usually likes whatever I prepare. Sometimes he does the same thing in restaurants. When he can’t decide what to order and he narrows it down to a couple of choices, he asks the waiter, which one do you like? And then he orders what the waiter likes! Most of the time he takes the leftovers from dinner for lunch the next day. That way, he is not at the mercy of nearby lunch trucks, and he doesn’t have to take the extra time out of his day to go to a restaurant. But he also doesn’t have to waste his mental energy figuring out what to order. All of this means that the burden of figuring out what my family should eat falls on me. I’m the one who has to spend a significant part of my limited mental capacity on meal planning.
