I'm a decent cook. Not great, not bad, just decent. I get by. (Click on the Food! page above for my "recipes".)
Throughout my last pregnancy I was either too nauseous or tired or moody to want to cook. So James did most of the cooking. Which was fine by me because he's very good at it.
He has continued to do almost all of the cooking on the weekends since I've had a really painful recovery and I haven't been good for much of anything except caring for the kids. And that's why I loathe dinner. Well, not dinner, per se, but planning and prepping and cooking dinner. Mostly the planning. I really enjoy planning things - I'm a list person to the core, but I can't stand planning dinner. I can't stand planning one day's worth of dinners.
I am not at all interested in doing weekly menu planning. Maybe that works for you, but I don't want to be disappointed when I inevitably stray from the plan. I also don't have enough dishes in my repertoire and I don't want to spend time searching through cookbooks each week just to get my menu set. I love cookbooks, but I love them when I love them - when I'm in the mood for them. Otherwise, I prefer to futz around in the fridge and freezer and see what I can throw together.