So we had tacos last night and we're going to have quesadillas tonight with homemade nachos tomorrow (to use up the rest of the stuff). Our toddler gets a quesadilla when we do tacos so my husband didn't think she would eat it two nights in a row. He gave her the option of quesadilla or pasta. She picked quesadilla like 2x and then pasta. So pasta is on the stove and I'm fighting tears because I wanted quesadilla or nachos. I won't even admit to my husband what is wrong because I feel so pathetic because of the stupid hormones.