every single night my kid wants dinner

i'm oppressed, there are no solutions, and if you link me a meal kit I will die

For the past fifteen plus years, my child has demanded dinner every single night. It’s outrageous. And when I say “dinner,” I want to be clear — this prince won’t accept like, a bowl of popcorn. He wants me, a downtrodden single mother, to put something in the oven every. single. night.

And can I tell you, I’ve been doing it? Over and over and over again, I roast some chicken. I boil spaghetti. I make shake and bake and he doesn’t help. I’m so fucking sick of it, I could die. I literally never want to make dinner again. Ever!

When I was growing up and my mom was drunk on her afternoon sherry, she would sometimes declare from her bed at 4:00 pm: TREAT SUPPER! And my brother and I would be in heaven! Cereal? Crackers? Cheese!!! We celebrated the break from meatloaf and stewed tomatoes (it was the 80s) and licked peanut butter off spoons like god intended. And maybe my mom shouldn’t have been drunk and passed out by 5:00, except what if making dinner every fucking day drove her to it?

Doe…