Oh, I long for the day when my miserable family can cater for themselves. I do it all. I occasionally try adventurous and different meals and am treated to the sight of them poking their food with faintly disgusted expressions on their faces ("what is this, mum?"), so it's back to the sausages/spag bol etc etc.
DH is a complete no-hoper in the kitchen, thanks to MIL who did everything for him (ditto laundry, cleaning, DIY), and I also get the old "what's for dinner?" as a greeting as I step through the front door after a busy day.
I have put my foot down about weekend lunches - it's typically a snacky affair in this house, what with everyone coming and going from football etc. It suddenly dawned on me that they were all (even DD2) perfectly capable of filling a roll with cheese, warming up soup, slicing a cucumber etc. so that's what they now do, they sort themselves out.
Herbs, sorry to hear about your grim hospital appointment. It must be tough DS being so young and unable to rationalise things. Fingers crossed things get better soon.
So, are we doing 7th October then? Need to put it in the calendar before DH finds an excuse to be out for the evening.