Extra Tired, But Willing to Help

M helped me can applesauce and apple juice without any advanced warning, even though she was dead on her feet and ready for sleep.

So, let me paint the picture for you. She's been going all day. The kids are finally in bed, I'm puttering around the kitchen, and she's working on one last thing before bed. I attempt this "better" way to slice apples for dehydration and they aren't good for anything except applesauce. She doesn't chastise me, or ask what I was thinking. M simply starts helping me get apples ready to process.  By the time she heads downstairs I feel both lucky to have someone who helps and guilty that I put her tired self into such a situation.