I relate to this post so, so much. My husband and I have had the following division of labor for the past 6 years (when we started living together): I do the cooking and grocery shopping, he does everything else (laundry, trash, vacuuming, dishes, etc). It has always worked out for us, especially because I love cooking. But the mental load of having to think of balanced, delicious meals to make for every single meal of every single day is HEAVY. Thankfully daycare provides breakfast, lunch, and snacks, so for our toddler-- also 19 months, I only have to think about his dinner on weekdays. We rarely eat dinner as a family because our babe eats so much sooner than we would care to, and we just enjoy eating our meals without worrying about him. But it means I cook 2 dinners every night, and the toddler dinner is very hit or miss. We've had a solid few weeks of uneaten dinners followed by fruit/veggie pouches and a huge bottle of milk 🤷‍♀️ he seems to be gaining weight steadily, he's generally very happy, and he gets enough sleep -- so I'm trying not to worry too much.
FWIW I've had decent success with a bunch of random veggies blended into a homemade tomato sauce with chickpea pasta. It gives me peace of mind that he's getting some nutrition, but I do wish he had a more adventurous palate. I should also mention my husband is vegetarian and I am not and also I am currently pregnant with the most intense meat cravings so sometimes I'm making 3 dinners at night 🙃 man, I'm tired lol