Was it?

Nina frowned. They didn't have a clock in the house and she judged it by the sun anyway.

"Don't—" before she could stop him she heard a splash as the boiling pot of potatoes started to overflow. "God dammit!" She turned the burner off, fumbled for a potholder, and shove the pot back so it could settle.

Nina ripped the potholder off her hand and threw it across the room. "Fuck! Why is this so fucking hard!?"