In domestic news, I find it a little embarrassing that I keep expecting some sort of gold star for doing nothing more than being on time to an appointment or getting one part of my life under control.
For example, I’ve been on the “always one load behind on dishes” pattern for … longer than I care to admit. Every time the dishwasher was running, there was at least a full load waiting on the counter/in the sink. One day I felt inspired and did three loads of dishes and then realized the dishwasher was relatively empty before dinner. So I could load the dishwasher OMG AS I WAS COOKING and then run it that night, and then empty it when we woke up and… clean kitchen.
I feel like a princess who’s just been poofed up a new dress.