Normally our household arrangement is that DH cooks dinner, I clean up and we alternate putting Gabe to bed.
Tonight was my night to put Gabe to bed and the kitchen was messier than normal. I got halfway through and realized I didn't have the energy to finish cleaning the kitchen and get Gabe to bed. I told DH either a.) I could finish the kitchen tomorrow and put Gabe to bed tonight, or b.) I could finish tonight while he put Gabe to bed.
He chose option b. The second half of the kitchen actually took less time and energy than I thought. Meanwhile, Gabe is more tired than usual and is still upstairs screaming with DH.
Part of me feels bad. A very small part. The other part is happily sitting my pregnant ass on the couch with a glass of milk and my feet up.
Re: I got the better end of that deal.
I'm on an obsessive must-keep-the-house-clean/nesting streak right now, so that helps. I have to say though, cleaning the kitchen kills my back these days because we still haven't finished flooring the kitchen and it is straight concrete in there.
Oh, and apparently the scream-fest upstairs was over the fact that Gabe didn't want to give up the new toothbrush we got him and DH took it away from him. That makes me feel better than Gabe not wanting to go to bed. Also, he is asleep in his big-boy bed (again, woot!) tonight. We're going to keep him in there tonight and see how it goes.