I’m still working (I know, I know, but trying to clear out some follow up emails etc so I can relax over the weekend.)
Is it weird that I’m tempted to go into the kitchen and help put away all the groceries that have been purchased? And help with dinner (we always eat late)?
There’s a huge part of me remembering how many times I’ve done all this nonsense alone, for years, so I’m going to make a slim & like, sit outside for a few minutes, then maybe catch up on more work.
I am not setting foot in the kitchen tonight. We’ll share the cooking load tomorrow, maybe a nice side-by-side, which is always fun. Maybe with the children.
Waffling, sorry. Just very tired! 