I have a wonderful husband. He will do anything I ask and regularly does more than his fair share of the grunt work around here. I like to think that this has evolved over time, slowly getting worse and worse, and that I just didn’t all of a sudden turn into this Lazy Ass that I have been lately. As my IBS got worse, the evenings for me went steadily down hill and I spent more and more time with my butt glued to the couch. My energy level and how much I could do without causing pain in my belly decreased rapidly. And, mostly, I was totally exhausted all the time. So I sat, while he cleaned up after dinner and the kid night after night after night.

The Hubby knows how much I need to rest and relax in order to feel well and be able to function during the day and never makes me feel bad about it. He on the other hand, functions much better on less sleep than I do. (And those bags under his eyes are wicked attractive. Really.) So, partly because some days I really need him too, and partly because some days I let him, he just does a lot of the stuff around here that I could probably do now that, on an overall basis, I am feeling better day to day.

This is what I am trying to change.  

I still feel “off” in the evenings as I get tired from the day, but I am trying to do more. Especially now that we are in the new place. I am back to doing all the laundry (well, it’s only been a few weeks, so I am sure this will change haha) and I’m try to keep the kitchen clean (“trying” being the important word there, I think our dirty dishes multiply when we aren’t looking. Either that or the cats use all our dishes during the day). Some days go better than others. But I am working at getting back to a 50/50 deal around here. It is still amazing to me how easily I get tired! It doesn’t seem like I am doing much but since I have been so inactive, just doing the bare minimum of chores around here is a good workout. Maybe I’ll lose a few pounds! That would be nice.