Mom's Night

One month to go and exhaustion has hit in full force. The baby is extremely low, which is great because I can breath, but has left me with a constant backache... something I don't remember experiencing with Em ever. That, mixed with not being able to sleep at night, carrying Em around and getting up and down from the floor leaves me praying nap time would come- for me!

Today was one of those days where I have nothing to show for the last 14 hours, but I feel like the Boston Marathon would have been easier on my body than whatever it was that I spent my time doing (I really couldn't tell you). Todd offered to watch Em and do something to help me out. (Sidebar: Em has recently learned the art of tantrum throwing and is practicing this art quite regularly if she doesn't get her way... yeah.) I knew she didn't get a good afternoon nap. I knew she wasn't overly thrilled with dinner, thus not eating as much as normal and I knew how many dishes dinner had involved. Handy bits of information when planning the last hour before bedtime. So, of course I was thrilled to say I'd take one for the team, sit on the couch and fold the laundry and he could clean up from dinner!

After folding the laundry, I went into the kitchen to see this...

My wonderful husband doing dishes while my daughter beats (literally, it's a kid-sized egg beater that she got for Christmas) his head. I'm not sure that words or laughter could do these two justice.