I've become a monster.

So I brought my newborn home pretty recently (she's 3 months old now but was born premature, so she had to stay in the hospital for a while).The nights are a little rough, as with every other baby. Yesterday, at around 2AM, she cries, I get up, feed her, we snuggle a little bit, she falls asleep again, I put her back in her bed, and I begin washing her bottle before going back to sleep.My eyes drift to my left, and I see the frying pan that I didn't have time to wash after dinner because she was crying and we were busy. I smile, take the pan, wash it, and think "cool! I have a little time, I can wash my frying pan!"... Then I realised I was genuinely happy to be washing my frying pan at 2h38 in the morning. So glad everyone was asleep so I could do the dishes.... Any of you guys have similar "what have I become" stories? :D via /r/Parenting http://ift.tt/2aoXvql