I ran my fingers through my lengthy brown hair as I stepped into the kitchen. My toddler was making some necklaces out of cheerios at the dining table. I leaned against the counter, wiping the sweat off my brow.

“Baby…” I started, tying my hair up into a low bun, “I just finished ripping those tiles off the spare room.“

I reached over her head to grab a cup. I filled it up with cold water and downed it. All that hard handiwork made me sweaty, tired, and hungry.

“Which color do you want for the new ones?” I asked her, setting the cup down.

My tank was drenched in sweat right now. I needed a nice, long shower, preferably with her.