I cooked dinner over the last couple of evenings - individual shepherd's pies (with pastry and everything! Though it was shop-bought...) on Wednesday and minute steaks with salad last night. Both dishes were really very simple (I wouldn't have bothered otherwise), and yet today the thought of making all that effort again...well it was like how I used to feel every Sunday night knowing that tomorrow I would have to go to work and pretend to care about it.
So after the boy had put The Little Madam to bed, I sprawled on the sofa like a heat-exhausted, prospect-less dole-bludger, and asked if we could just not have dinner tonight 'cos I couldn't be bothered.
Does anyone else get tired at the thought of organising and cooking dinner every night (though, to be honest, it's more accurately 3-4 nights per week), or am I just a total sloven?