Sara decided that yesterday was the day to replace all the lights, move and assemble all the furniture, and install upgrades to the smoke detectors and thermostats. Since Mike’s best friend from college helped him move and is still here, the guys got to work on all that.

Quite correctly, in my always-so-humble opinion, Sara got to work on organizing her kitchen, sharing baby duty with me. While I wasn’t on baby duty, I was either working or trying to get meals cooked. It took an abysmal six hours for me to make a batch of granola in Sara’s airfryer and whip up a batch of fried rice. It was utterly appalling how much time it took to cook while juggling a baby.

In the process, I also sort of got into an argument with Mike, because he decided he didn’t like what I was cooking, but rather than bring it up with me, he mentioned it to Sara. Sara then suggested I cook a whole additional dish, rather than just telling me Mike wasn’t happy with the meal planning. Given that I was four hours in and nowhere close to being done, I took exception to this and told them both (because the existence of their discussion hadn’t been exactly subtle) that they should just ask me to change a dish, not make an additional one because I didn’t want to be in the kitchen for another four or five hours.

I probably should have phrased things more diplomatically, because Mike barely spoke to me the rest of the day. *sigh*

However, I did apologize, and he went out and bought everyone ice-cream, so I think we’ll be on better footing today. (Hopefully.)