Dinner's ready! Oh wait...

One of the most efficient systems that Jen and I have for managing our household is actually a very simple one: Jen cooks, and I clean. She's an amazing cook, and I like to take my anger out on soap scum, so everyone wins.

Dinner is the one actual meal we eat every day. Breakfast is kind of a free-for-all and lunch is...who am I kidding, we never have lunch. So dinner is that much more exciting, and it's something I really look forward to.

But I've learned over the years not to get my hopes up for eating at a certain time. Whatever time Jen says dinner is going to be ready, I always tack on an extra hour in my mind. Then when she says, "Honey, I'm sorry. I got distracted doing something for work. The chicken needs to stay in the oven a little longer," I say, "That's okay. I wasn't expecting to eat for another hour anyway."

 

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