Flipping the Switch

Just got back and cleaned up from a lovely (but long) birth with the midwife.  I hadn't met the mother before walking into her bathroom this morning, but when I left tonight she was blowing me kisses with her baby snuggled up to her chest.  That's nice, to be able to make connections with people who are relative strangers.  I wasn't even there in a doula capacity, just clean-up crew, so it's even nicer.

But then I walked into my house, tired and in need of a serious shower, and the clutter in the house brought me to tears.  I know it is a reminder that my husband must feel that way sometimes when he comes home from work and the house is upside-down.  I think.

Someone please tell me that it's not the same....  Because I don't think it's the same.....

Good-night, friends.