I’m not gonna lie: I feel pretty bad-ass right now. We’re talking invincible.
A sink full of dishes + two loads of laundry + a crabby, tired, possibly teething 9.5 month old?
I got this shit.
This feeling is rare, so when it hits me, I relish it. I let myself feel awesome, because I know that even when I’m not feeling so awesome… well, I’m still pretty awesome.
I know, I know… that’s a lot of awesome for one sentence.
I came home from work today with a lot on my plate: We are hosting an 11-year-old boy (a relative of my husband’s) this week while he attends a hunter’s education class in my little town. P and E were out of the house most of the day today, so I knew there was housework waiting for me (see above: dishes & laundry). The crabby baby was a surprise, but I took it in stride.
Where am I now? Sitting at a clean kitchen table, with an empty sink, while the clothes are drying. And that crabby baby… is napping.