You know what’s exhausting? Dinner. Well, not eating it, but deciding what to have. In my household we can take hours tossing the question back and forth, “What do you want?” only to have the other one say “I don’t know. What do you want?” And then polite society crumbles as the hungry inhabitants repeat this every 10 minutes until one of us gives up and searches out the cereal bowl or the take-out menu.
The dinner debate doesn’t sound too bad, but when you factor in that we’re all cranky from our lengthy commutes and the long work week — it’s akin to poking a bear with a stick.