Ridiculous no-dinner-on-the-table guilt
A couple of days ago I told my husband I'd be cooking something for dinner, but didn't know what. He was getting home late that night. Anyway, it was a long, hot day and by the time dinner time rolled around I just couldn't work up the energy to cook dinner. Hey, alone with a toddler all day...
My girl and I had a nice no-cook dinner of grapes, string cheese and buttered bread. Plus a glass of wine for me! So my husband finally gets home around 9pm and goes sniffing hopefully into the kitchen and his face fell when he realized there was nothing to eat. Well, I did make a loaf of banana bread, so I'm not totally useless.
Anyway, I felt so guilty for not having something for him to eat. But part of me was ticked at myself for the guilt because, hey, this isn't the 50s anymore. Yes, it was right to feel a bit guilty and to apologize when I did tell him I would be cooking. But instead I immediately felt *incredibly* guilty. I mean, I just don't think that men every feel *incredibly* guilty if their spouse gets home late and there's no dinner on the table. You know? They would say 'oh, sorry' and then forget about it. Hmm.