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Watching The History Channel in the most comfortable fleece pants ever, with a swarm of animals on the couch with me and a case of lager all to myself = a perfect evening.
I'm sure I sound like a bum. But in all honesty it's a job within itself keeping the house in order and laundry done, the bills paid on time and clean sheets on the bed, and homemade baked macaroni & cheese in the fridge always. It's surprisingly really satisfying. Moreso than any other job I'd be qualified to do. Plus, I know with Noah's crazy third-shift work schedule he appreciates coming home to a stress-free atmosphere.
I can't wait until March when we can finally move away, get a fresh start in a tiny house or apartment at the beach, quiet and just the two of us.