Sometimes you find yourself standing at a laminate counter at three in the morning, scrubbing congealed grease off a stovetop that isn't yours.

I scrubbed the congealed grease off the stovetop again tonight, the third time this week, the third time.

But the kitchen… I swear it’s a living diorama of their culinary exploits, a biohazard tableau that materializes within hours of me last making it spotless. …

Like the water is always running and the floor is always slick and I can’t even remember what my hands looked like before they were constantly prune-y and smelling like lemon-scented bleach and old… …