Nicole was exhausted. She had no idea how much energy giving birth and nursing a new born could be. She would drift in and out of sleep as the baby did. She completely lot track of time or what date it was. The truth was the Nick could only help out so much. He couldn't nurse the baby, and he was at work most of the time during the day.
The laundry piled up, the dishes (and she didn't even know where they came from) were overflowing in the sink, she couldn't remember the last time she took a shower or even ate a decent meal.
Nick walked in the door one night about three weeks after Bruce was born and found his wife and son curled up on the only clean spot available - the corner of the room. He gently knelt on the floor next to her and said, "Honey, you can't sleep on the floor."
Bleary eyed she looked up at him and whimpered, "I couldn't find another spot."
"Let me take care of that," he gently prodded. "I'll watch Bruce, you go take a hot bath."
Forty five minutes later she emerged feeling much better. She was still exhausted, but she was clean and relaxed. The first thing she noticed was that Nick had changed the sheets on their bed and taken her overflowing hamper out of the room. She wandered down the hall and heard water running in the kitchen and sound of dishes clanging. He had managed to make a minor dent in the pile of dishes and was softly humming to the baby.
"Why did it take me falling asleep on the floor to get you to help?" She asked.
"Because I'm a dummy and should have pitched in as soon as I saw you getting behind. I won't let that happen again."
To be continued.....
Linking up with my friend Josie at Two Shoes Tuesday where today's prompts were Drift and Date.