Every weekend I write a meal plan, and try and think of a range of stuff through the week- healthy, balanced etc.
And then I get to this point mid week and I look at the plan and just think it's such a faff.
I just want someone else to cook! And then call me through and say it's ready- and I sit down and eat something delicious.
And in about 20 minutes the kids are going to start asking me what's for tea, and I just can't be arsed to cook anything.