Dilemma of a dinner
Life was easy when we just did what we were supposed to do and what we said we shall do. The multiple choices are good only for exams. Rest of the time, I live in a dilemma. The mind, the heart, the logic, the social set up, the youth, the husband all come up with varied answers. No, I don't feel proud that I can choose. I am bogged down by confusion at the different avenues available. Taking one road is bound to upset some roads or people. Now even choosing a dinner venue can be a cause for a family fight. If he chooses and I agree, there may be a long waiting at the restaurant. When I choose and he gives in, the food may not turn out as good as it was before. When we go by the children's choice, its usually Chinese food and exactly the same food to be ordered at the table year after year. I live in the hope that I will teach them to eat different things from the menu, rather than ordering the five things they ate the first time. I come back cribbing that I don't get to e...