I’m laying on the sofa feeling really sick after a day of too much caffeine, accidentally eating a moldy salad, and real gross frozen pizza for dinner.

My husband is in the kitchen putting away clean dishes/putting dirty ones in the dishwasher.

I should be relaxing. I should be grateful. Normal me would just put it off until whenever I get around to it.

But, instead, I went in there and got onto him about spilt formula, having to go around cleaning up after him anyways so I might as well do it all, and then moving past him so I could put away dishes in the “right” spots and blah blah blah.

Being a mom is weird.

Less than a year ago, I would have just left the dirty dishes in the sink for a couple days. 😂😂😂