I blame my husband.
He does everything, with a smile on his face the whole time. He cooks (we've had this conversation before, I believe). He cleans. He helps Lin with 98% of her homework. He gets the girls up and out the door every single morning, with lunches packed and breakfast in their bellies. He is Superdad.
But last night as I was finally going to bed, a little voice in my head told me to look back on all the things I did with my day:
I woke up at 3:00am and went to work at my full-time job.
I washed, dried, folded and put away a load of laundry.
I walked Ruby to preschool.
I ran 2.75 miles (yay, me!).
I was there to greet Lin when she got home from school.
I picked up Ruby from preschool.
I stopped at the grocery store to pick up stuff for dinner, plus some odds-and-ends.
I cooked dinner.
I cleaned up the kitchen after dinner.
I visited my elderly neighbor.
I gave Ruby a bath and trimmed her fingernails.
I put Ruby to bed (multiple times, because she kept getting up).
I helped Lin with her homework.
And I collapsed into bed at 9:45pm.
Now, to be absolutely fair, I do NOT have this kind of day everyday. But I'll bet I have more of these kinds of days than I'm giving myself credit for.
I think I'll take a nap this afternoon...