I try really hard not to let trivial things get in the way of this, but today, I’m struggling. I am off today, after working 45 hours this week, and have been enjoying the day, going out running, to the grocery store, and all that other stuff that I needed to do. I walk in the door and am confronted with the reality of a sink (and stove, and table) full of dishes, including ALL of the ones I need to make dinner for tonight. Now, because the sink is full, it’s not a terribly simple matter to just wash out the ones I need to cook dinner. I first need to move (or wash) the ones in the sink before I can get close to the ones that I need.
Doing the dishes is my lovely husband’s job. It’s really the only one he has in the house. I cook, he does dishes, and I usually do pretty much everything else. That’s how it’s supposed to work. It is very difficult to cook when all of the dishes are dirty and have been so for a week. GRRRRRRR. I still love the man dearly, but would it have killed him to use some of the time he had on his several days off this week to do the dishes???
