So this morning I get up – still some endo pain, nothing insurmountable, I just have to take it easy today. Gabriel did the dishes last night, so I don’t have to do that today, but there is laundry to be done.
I get dressed, get the laundry basket, and go out to the living room.
Lyndon’s up already. “Hey Amara.”
“Hey,” I respond, set the basket down, then turn to get the bedroom door.
“Woah woah woah. What do you think you’re doing?”
Me: o.o I just put the basket down so I could get the door…
Lyndon: No no, you don’t carry things when you’re feeling bad. *grabs the laundry basket and takes it upstairs*
He puts the basket down near the laundry machines, then goes back to listening to something on his headphones while doing some dishes. It turns out to be the Bible on audio.
What’s going on here…?