M is on the eve of a two-day business trip, also known as: I have to do two wake-ups and a bedtime by myself. Prince that he is, he washed and sterilized every single bottle we own for L so I'd have enough to last me until his return. I thought we owned 12 bottles, but for some reason there are 13. (Not visible are the five bottles already assembled, filled with formula, and sitting in the fridge ready for me to grab tomorrow morning.) That means he scrubbed 78 bottle components tonight with what is essentially a stubby pipecleaner. Aren't they all sparkly and wonderful?