I am temporarily tired of BBQ, beans, and slaw, because I ate leftovers from the cook-out all last week.
My mother was always good about serving a variety of foods, and even when I had very little, I did the same.
I guess the worst time was when my husband and I were building a house, shop, and commercial greenhouse at the same time. Later, in was the same way in the spring, with him working a full time job as mine manager, then coming home and doing the bookwork, while I worked by tail off in the greenhouse. I got so tired of McYuck's and pizza!
We finally got a deep freeze, and in the winter, when I had time to cook, I'd make extra and freeze for a meal later on. I usually labeled, but not always, and sometimes when HB came home from work and asked, "What's for supper," I'd say, "Whatever's in that ziplock, dear". Kind of like a grab bag...