I didn’t cook much today, except dinner. But, somehow, just before I went to go put the girls to bed, I realized there was a mountain of dishes next to the sink! Where did those come from, I wondered? Where is that dishwashing fairy, I asked Art… He said, ‘I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t know any dishwashing fairies’. Waah waah… We don’t have a dishwasher in our place… I guess that means I’m doing the dishes tonight.
Art had the odd day off from work today and we took it really easy. Taking it easy is not something that we tend to do. Between the two of us, Art and I, we tend to have ants in our pants. ‘What are we doing today?’ is usually the first thing that comes out of our mouths on his days off. But, today we didn’t leave the house. It was after dinner and Art was folding some laundry (something he started doing with feverish perfectionism after Goldie was born), and I asked him if he would wash the dishes. And he’s like, ‘But, I’m folding laundry’. I’m like, ‘So…. just leave the laundry, the dishes are more important’. And then it comes out, ‘BUT, I HATE DOING THE DISHES!’.
Hmmmm…. that was interesting. Actually, I don’t know if I love or hate doing the dishes… I’ve never really formed an opinion on doing dishes. I just do them. I make a huge mess in the kitchen every day, then every day, I clean up. I never thought about hating the dishes. To me, it seems like saying you hate doing the dishes is like hating to brush your teeth…. It’s just something you do. I probably do the dishes 95% of the time. I don’t always do them perfectly, and Art always lets me know when I’ve missed a spot, he asks me if I was saving that smudge of food for later 😛
Anyway, Art did end up doing the dishes. It took me something ridiculous like 2 1/2 hours to get the girls to bed. That can happen about once a week… Margo has to go to the toilet, then Goldie starts squirming so I take her to the bucket, or sometimes she starts her crying and then has a wet diaper (cloth so I can’t just leave it), sometimes baby barf happens, change of clothes, more crying, etc. So amidst all the commotion in the bedroom and the potty, I heard that the dishes fairy had come to visit! Even after the dishes fairy proclaimed, quite openly, his hatred towards doing the dishes! He came to the rescue! Now I have time to write my blog, entertain my readers and stay up late in computer zombie land. Thank you dishwashing fairy, I love you, mwah!