How does a pot full of sauce signify progress?

Real easy ninjas – I made it. Boom!

I am finally starting to see the end of my longest depressive funk episode.

Yes, I am a classic avoider. Deal with it.

Anyways, usually my husband has to do everything during an episode of funk. Cooking, cleaning, everything. And especially since my surgery last month? He’s been taking care of me too.

Shoo, I’ll be the first to say I’m a hooooooge baby when I’m sick. My husband has been a patient saint.

Love that man.

But this week?

I cooked 3 meals, only almost ruined 1 and washed dishes 3 days in a row!

Boom baby. You’re out depression.