It wasn’t really about Dinner …

It wasn't really about dinner…

I'd been home for a week. Still behind on house admin, still chasing business deadlines, still working through the backlog of birthday lunches (so many lunches). Still feeling like I was permanently three steps behind my own life.

Then Dori asked me a perfectly reasonable question.

"What's for dinner?"

And I wanted to rip his head off.

Not actually, obviously. I'm rather fond of the man. 😂

But in that moment, what I heard wasn't "what's for dinner." It was:

Here's another thing for you to think about.
Consider. Decide. Organise. Execute. Deliver.
And then clean up.

And suddenly I realised — this was never about dinner.

This was decision fatigue.

That point where your brain has made so many decisions — big ones, tiny ones, important ones, completely mundane ones — that one more question feels disproportionately enormous.

What are we eating? Do we need groceries? Did I reply to that email? When's the appointment? Have we paid that bill? What does everyone need this weekend? What's dirty?

Who needs checking on? What have I forgotten this time?

None of those things is individually difficult.

It's the accumulation of them.

And I think so many women carry an extraordinary amount of this invisible thinking. Not necessarily because nobody else will help — sometimes they absolutely will, if asked. But we're still the ones noticing what needs doing, remembering it needs doing, deciding how it should be done, and making sure it actually happens.

That is work. It just doesn't show up anywhere.

And when you're tired, stretched, overwhelmed, or simply running on empty, sometimes "what's for dinner" is the final tiny decision your brain flatly refuses to make.

So if you've ever found yourself getting irrationally cranky over something ridiculously small, perhaps ask yourself:

Is this actually about the thing in front of me… or am I just completely decisioned-out?

Because sometimes what you need isn't to try harder or be more organised.

Sometimes you need someone else to decide what's for bloody dinner. 😂

💕 Wendy

P.S. What's your version of "what's for dinner?" — that tiny question or task that can tip you over the edge when your brain is already full? Hit reply and tell me. I have a feeling we've all got one.