
“What’s for dinner?” It’s such a simple question. And yet, it’s one of the most soul-draining things a mom can hear at 4:04 p.m. — precisely when my daughter hops into the minivan after school.
First, she asks for a snack. Then comes the big one: “What’s for dinner?”
And I don’t know about you, but that question has a way of making my blood pressure rise just a little bit each time. So today, we’re going to get to the bottom of why this question is so uniquely irritating — and then I’ll share a few practical strategies to make it a little less rage-inducing.
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