It's the little things.

I got so excited a minute ago when I realized it was the ex's night with the boys and I wouldn't have to make dinner! I like to cook but feeding children is not cooking; its a Sisyphian crap shoot. The little one only likes white food (potatoes, tofu, and rice) and the big one (who acts like a cat but eats like a dog) will wolf down anything I put in front of him, maybe even cat poo if I garnished it properly, which isn't exactly satisfying for the cook.