Knowing that your kitchen sink is adorned with the overflowing of dirty dishes causes one to linger in bed a little longer on a Saturday morning. Even to get to the coffee maker means some dishes need to be washed. 😦 My husband snuck out of bed early to head up to work for a bit. On any other Saturday morning, he would be helping, but today, it’s up to me.
I’ve never been one to fret about going to bed with dirty dishes in the sink. I know I should as it’s certainly not a pleasant way to start the day by peering into the sink wondering where the wash cloth is. My mother would be horrified, although, I’ve also heard her say that she often wishes she could ignore the sink dishes and go straight to bed. She has a lot of German in her, so I understand.
Her mother ironed sheets.
It doesn’t bother anyone else in the household enough to do them before bed, so why should I be concerned? I ask for help, sometimes, and I get ridiculous excuses:
“I’m charging my phone right now.” (24 year old son)
“Actually, I was just going to watch this hunting show. How about after?” (husband)
“But, I didn’t dirty any of them.” (23 year old daughter)
“I was just about to take a nap.” (20 year old son)
“I don’t even live here anymore!” (26 year old daughter)
“Are there any scraps on those plates?” (dog – Sandy)
I will hear my Grandma Killian’s voice, “Oh, the hell with it,” and I just leave them.
I guess I have more Irish in me than German.
I have not decided if it’s a good trait or not.
Image above is from https://www.etsy.com/market/dirty_dishes. I think I need to buy it as a reminder.
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