You know what will make a person feel massively important? Coming home at 1am after a 10 hour shift and realizing no one thought at all about whether or not I had a place to sleep.
Our apartment is a mess from the water heater breaking and flooding things, so the girls and Frank have been in our bed. They’re all professional bed hogs, so it’s easier for me to just sleep somewhere else. Which means Ellie’s bed, since the couch and chair are both covered in things. What was Ellie’s bed covered with? Toys. I just tiptoed around the house for 20 minutes, trying to quietly move things off of the bed. Everyone was home all night. I feel great right now. What took me 20 minutes because I was trying to be silent could’ve taken 5 minutes earlier.