We covered the kitchen in suds. It was my fault, really. I forgot you can’t put dish soap in the dishwater, only the little pods, and I wanted to see the movie and remove the grease, so I let it go. It was a good problem to have. “We don't have to mop the floors tomorrow,” you said.
I've been breaking out in hives. Again. This time I take myself to get an allergy test. Twenty-something needles in the forearms. I only react to crab. Everyone says it’s stress, but everyone also thinks it could be something else. My doctor gives me a fist bump and I cry on the way home. Someone says, “Keep moving forward, just focus on the next thing in front of you.”