Time to fess up: I didn’t do the dishes this week. Maybe not all week, but since, you know, Wednesday? I cooked, or at least did what counts as cooking around here. I made at least two meals that required pots and the cutting board and a bowl, and I left them all stacked in dirty water for a few days. Mea culpa.
The story isn’t that I didn’t do the dishes, it’s what happened when I did. I set the microwave to cook veggies for seven minutes and started in on the pile. It was gone when the oven dinged, and I even got to wipe down the counter later on in my dinner prep. I often wonder if I don’t cook more because I don’t like dishes - they’re a drag, and I often just leave them, even though I know better - but if I can get through a sinkful in seven minutes, why don’t I do it more often?
