My kids need for me to make decisions for them. I make decisions for myself. People pay me to make decisions for or about or with them. A never ending onslaught of decisions.
It is exhausting, quite frankly.
So when you ask where I want to go for dinner, I appreciate that you are trying to defer to my wants and needs but quite honestly by that point my brain is done with decisions.
Just tell me.
I don’t always want to be in control.
And no, I am not just talking about the food…