S is crying again, finally waking up from his 3-hour sleep after his last feeding at 5:30 am. I go downstairs to make him a bottle, and I am completely shocked at the kitchen's condition, just 3 hours after my last visit.
PANCAKES. PANCAKES EVERYWHERE.
There's pancake mix all over the entire counterspace, both dry and wet, all over the stove, what looks like every single bowl in the house was used, cups, forks, spoons, butter, the pan.. etc..
Then there's the bowl filled to about half with old pancake mix, that looks like it's been sitting for days.
I'm completely disgusted.
Someone else is awake. I can hear the shower going. I'm staring at the mess, and quite frankly, I don't want to clean it up. I don't want to bother myself. It's completely disgusting.
Gah.
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