I have always hated doing the dishes. Since forever. And I probably always will hate doing them.
When I was smaller and had chores, I would make out a weekly job chart for the family. When it was close to my day to do the dishes I would strategically make a new chart. My family caught on very quickly.
Dishes are the one steady job Chris has when he is around, besides changing the cat litter and taking out the trash. I'm a lucky lady, I know.
So now, besides us being bummed that he is going off to war and all...I am super bummed that I lost my main dishwasher.
Now I have a dishwashing machine...and even that can be a pain. Dishes are like laundry, they never end, and you really can't live too long without doing them. And since we deal with bottles right now doing the dishes is a "have to".
So today, with a huge pile of big mammoth sized pans, cupcake tins, highchair trays, and tupperware sitting in the sink getting ignored by me, I had an epiphany - and her name was Maria.
"Maria, would you like to do the dishes?"
"Sure!" said Maria.
With one big sink of bubbles and a bright blue scrubbie, my life's mission of getting out of the dishes is back on track.
LET'S RUIN SOME BIRTHDAYS
12 hours ago