Taking a break from doing chores in my own house to do chores in Aunty's house. She can manage quite well, but stacking the dishwasher one-handed is one thing, changing the sheets and flipping the mattress another. Also cooking. Well, not the cooking itself, but the slicing, dicing, cutting, and peeling of ingredients. We've developed a system of batch-cooking interspersed with easy meals she can make herself; it's working out well so far.
Not complaining, btw! I love Aunty and am happy to help her. She's done plenty for me over the years, and helping others always makes the former girl-scout in me happy.
Also, it's good for my self esteem. Hearing Aunty say she's going to brag at game-night tonight about how good my noodle stir-fry was? Yeah, that hits the spot! (What can I say? Compliments make my day!) Her asking if I would make spaghetti next week because she'd love some "really good, old-fashioned spaghetti"? Yeah, also very good for my ego.
(Aunty likes her stir-fry spicy and her spaghetti with a lot of garlic. Fortunately, so do I!)
