Me: would you like me to go shopping and leave a menu for while I'm gone?
Him: yeah, that would be great.So even though I'm skeptical, I set up some meals for the week, knowing full well that they will likely still be there when I get back. I don't think he means to ignore the menu. I really think that it's just not all that important to him like it would be to me if I were here. Which is probably the reason I'm the one in charge of dinners at my house, right?
Me: are you going to use it? Because if you're going to just eat peanut butter sandwiches every night (his most favorite things to eat) I can save myself a lot of trouble.
Him: no, really. The kids will probably want something different after a few days.
So next week, when I come home to find the pantry shelf full of stuff to make Rice Krispie treats, white bread (shudder), Frosted Flakes, and Doritos... while the delicious and healthy things I planned out are squished to the far back of the shelf (probably muttering something about being upstaged by Flamin' Hot Cheetos) I will remind myself that it was never about the food in the first place.
It's about the fact that I cared.
And the pizza rolls that are ready in 90 seconds.
(ok, Dave totally wrote that last line. Thanks, Dave!)