Me this evening: putzed around on social media.

My wife: shredded several pounds of cheese; made homemade marinara, three caprese pasta bakes, and two (different!) homemade pizzas; prepped veggies and cheese for a quiche; grew a human.

I married a superhero.

I suppose I also worked a bit late, and then we did dishes together. But she makes me look bad! 😅

Also not trying to enforce gender roles or anything here, she just is really good at making really good food and apparently felt inspired to prep for baby this evening.