monday dinner blues

I have a secret to share with you. Shhh. Keep it between us.

I fail more often than not at making dinner for Adam. 

He's more gracious with me on this matter than I am with myself.

I am such a closet dinner-making-despiser.
Phewh.
Feels good now that the truth is out there...
I am not one of those (you know who you are) wives who thrive at making dinner.
You think about it all day. You just can't wait to begin making dinner. You love the planning of it. You love the execution of it. You even do it in a blissful state. You!!!

Hmpf!

I despise it. Ok, despise might be a little bit harsh.
How about strong dislike?
Yes. I strongly dislike everything about the dinner routine.
The thinking of what to make. 

The rethinking of what to make in lieu of the fact you haven't gone grocery shopping for the week. 

The prep. 

The cutting. 

The burning. 

The "oh, man. We don't have that ingredient! Substitution?" 

The waiting. 

The mess it leaves. 

The clean up. 

The headache.

The way I feel all up-tightish...there is no blissful cooking state in our kitchen when I'm in there.

All that to say...anyone wanna have husband and I over for dinner tonight? You'll be a forever friend!

p.s. just so ya'll know - that isn't some crazy rash on my chest. 

Rather it's what happens to me as soon as I touch my skin. Someone, tell me...is this normal?