Being competent at cooking and baking, probably. Having toxic standards when it comes to food that go from failure to well enough certainly doesn't help.

That being said I should get that plum pie going. Felt sick yesterday in the evening.

That I manage to organize my own life well enough. I am slow, but everything gets done eventually.

This couple of days: being mostly functional even with a baby in full sleep regression. It’s weeks I haven’t slept more than 3 hours in a row, usually 2. I need sleep. But somehow shit still gets done. The house is reasonably clean, laundry done, food on the table at roughly the right time, kid and baby happy, lots of fun activities planned and executed this weekend… I’m just so tired, but I’m also feeling blessed that this is my biggest concern. My family is happy and healthy. Eventually, sleepy nights will follow.