Dinner

Sometimes I can’t make dinner. 

Happy hours with coworkers sounds like you drink your calories that night. 

Dinner dates with a new romance, so you’ll get a salad and devour snacks when you get home. 

Game nights with friends which call for pizza and soda that you sneak off the doorstep once the delivery drivers headlights disappear. 

Sports games for siblings means giving your parents puppy dog eyes for a concession hot dog, then nachos, then candy, all because you’re still their “little girl” and you don’t carry cash. 

There are movies to be seen which always pair well with elbow deep popcorn buckets and a soda cup that we all know is filled with a slushy... 

So, sometimes I can’t make dinner. 

Sometimes I can’t make dinner.

 Dinner requires food of all kinds from the grocery store that I, at times, can’t bring myself to walk into. 

Dinner requires getting off the couch, putting a pot on the stove, and staying focused long enough to make sure the water doesn’t boil over. 

Dinner means I have to have an appetite, because adding too many leftovers to the fridge on the fourth day in a row reminds you that you didn’t eat much last night, or the night before, or the night before, but you KNOW you’ll be hungry tomorrow. 

Sometimes I can’t make dinner because that means the dishes are dirty and the sink is full, which adds “Wash Dishes” to the To Do list that you already subconsciously avoid. 

Dinner to everyone else is another part of the day, to me it is a daunting task. 

So, sometimes I can’t make dinner.