I am going out tonight. I am about to go to Asda to do the weekend shopping (with DS1 in tow, inset'ing). DS1 has asked for a family treat of Dominoes for dinner tomorrow evening which is fine (good behaviour bond!). So I messaged DH, which we do lots, to ask him what he'd like me to get for him and DSs 1&2 for dinner tonight.
'I don't mind'
'Ask DS1'
'Oh, whatever'.
There is a bit of back story here: DH enjoys doing the half weekly shop on Saturday mornings, crack of dawn, alone. Admittedly, it can take him a good 2 hours, and he can tend to buy 3 meals worth of stuff, on a whim, all of which needs to be eaten within 48 hours... but heigh-ho, at least he's doing it, and I'd never get to go grocery shopping alone if a DS was 'available' to come...BUT thing is, I am always the one expected to decide what we'll eat. DH hands me the shopping list, in bed, to compile. Bear in mind, he's the one who makes the packed lunches for the boys (2 days a week) and pours their cereal out, he's the one who drinks the exotic juices he buys, the exotic yogurts he eats and the endless snacks he takes to work, yet I'm the one expected to know what we're out of in those areas!
I have tried to instigate the 'I decide (and MAKE!) all the dinners all week, YOU can do Saturday night's dinner' (bear in mind this is a bloke who could and did put together, from scratch, a damn good Thai fish curry when we met! He's 50 now...), but DH will say, 'OK, what do you want?'. I want for you to make the bloody decision, buy the food, and cook it. One day a week! And NOT spaghetti bolognese, either. You can do better than that.
Rant over.