I don't know that I've ever had a better reason to use the word "ennui" than I do now. I believe that maybe we each have a certain number of meals we are capable of spontaneously planning and creating and if so, that perhaps I have reached my limit. I just CANNOT with any of it. I don't have any inspiration to plan meals, shop for meals, cook meals, eat the meals. Thank God C hasn't expended all of his allotted meals or my kids would absolutely be subsisting on air fried chicken nuggets, apples, and crystal lite drink mix.
But seriously. How are we supposed to keep doing this? Do I just stick to the "spaghetti, tacos, grilled cheese, chicken wrap" rotation for the rest of my f-ing life? I feel like this might be indicative of something deeper because I literally cannot muster even the energy to consider meals. I even thought about going back on the HelloFresh/Every Plate thing but... eh. I'm doing this nutrition challenge at my gym, so maybe that will help? I mean, Averson's 11. I still have at least 7 more years of social responsibility and a need to ensure she doesn't get scurvy.
Am I alone in this or is this one of those "Everyone has it and no one talks about it" things?
Here's what I've planned this week:
Chicken wraps (with the above mentioned chicken nuggets). That's it. We had them yesterday. Tomorrow's a mystery. Today is (shrug)
