Last night I was so proud of my householdy achievements. A burst of energy spurred me on.
- Helped cook dinner;
- Unloaded a load of dried clothes from the dryer into the laundry basket;
- Put on a wash of dirty clothes; and
- Put that load in the dryer and turning it on.
I was thrilled.
Why yes, during pregnancy my goals have changed. I genuinely considered that to be a productive and satisfying evening’s work, even if I did hit the wall at 8pm.
Realism is the name of the game.