GAH! How I hate this question! By the time dinner time rolls around, I’m exhausted. I’ve just spent the day zooming around town running errands, taking kids to and from school, and getting to appointments in the nick of time. I come into the house and have about 10 minutes to slump into my ever so comfy computer chair before someone pops up in front of me and asks that dreaded question.
"What’s for dinner, Mom?"
And it doesn’t just happen once. It’s as if my children have a schedule for it. Every five minutes on the dot, there’s another little person there in front of me asking the same question. And it doesn’t matter if I announce what we’re going to eat loudly and make sure that everyone hears me, they’re still gonna ask.
"What’s for dinner?"
It’s like nails on a chalk board! Tuesday night is pizza night at our house. Every week we sit down in front of the television to watch a movie while we inhale 5 or 6 frozen pizzas. Every week. For the last year and a half. Tuesday night. We’re eating pizza. But inevitably, Tuesday rolls around and we get out of the car and everyone puts their shoes and backpacks away. And there it is.
"What are we eating for dinner?"
So I think that the next time I hear that question again, we’re going to eat San Nak Ji for dinner!
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