heated my own dinner

Dear Delyara, I heated my own dinner three times and still ended up eating it lukewarm. First my son wanted help with homework. Then my husband asked if I had seen a letter from the bank. Then the dog needed to go out because someone forgot to let him in earlier. By the time I sat down with my plate, I was too tired to even be angry. Just flat. I think one of the quiet sadnesses of adult life is how often your own needs come to you already delayed.