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I have three kids. And me. I feed those three kids three meals and snacks every day, seven days a week. Four weeks a month. Twelve months a year. Every year. Okay, let's be brutally honest...except hot lunch day at school and when we eat at restaurants. But, I still order for them. And send in the lunch money.

But, do I have a responsibility to feed my husband? Was that an unwritten agreement in the marriage vows? Is it in the Bible?

Let me give you some background. My husband can't cook. Absolutely nothing. One time I was boiling water and my husband (H, from now on) said: "If you're going to do that with the kids around be REALLY careful!" As if boiling water was a rare and risky situation. As if I was going to say, "Hey kids, would you grab that giant pot of boiling water and hand it to me!" He Has NO Clue.

So last night he came home with my son at around 7:00 p.m. (after drum lessons). I had made macaroni and cheese for the kids. I know H doesn't like Mac and Cheese. I was tired. I was done. He walked into the room and said: "What about dinner for me?" I looked at him. With less than love in my heart. I said: "Really, is it my responsibility to feed you?".

But, now I ask, is it? I knew he was helpless going in. My mother in law told me so. Before we were married she took me aside and warned me: "Now, you should really think about this. He is really helpless. He'll never cook. He's like his father. Just think about it." I'm TOTALLY serious. His own mother narc'd on him!

Is it my responsibility to feed my husband? I really want to know.