I have a strange feeling of pride at the end of the day when I have a sink full of dishes. It means I’ve spent my day trying to keep this little guy full and happy. It means most of the day was spent on the floor, reading books, playing outside, and there was just not one minute to mess with dishes. Most likely, a full sink means I actually got around to making dinner, that I planned something out and followed through with a meal. It probably was not great, I’ll tell ya that. But it was made nonetheless. It means I am probably exhausted and do not want to, for one minute, think about doing these dishes. But the pride is there… The feeling of accomplishment is there, so tomorrow, I hope for another pile of dishes in my sink.