Ok I must admit this is a tiny little rant. But isn’t that what a blog is for? But like a plastic CD case unhinged, that’s not what it is always used for. (I use my unhinged CD case for scraping the ice off my windshield in the winter! Upcycle THIS!)
I realize that my man is riddled with various things that tire him out and make him hurt everywhere. The Lyme disease, the osteonecrosis, head pains, hip pains, joint pains, Everything o’clock pains. Sometimes worse than others. He also sweats like nobody’s business when he does the dishes on a hot summer night. So I figure I’d help out and maybe do a few dinner dishes for him to help out. But no….my method of stacking DIRTY dishes in the sink is pretty suckish compared to Honey’s standards. He likes to stack his dishes in the order that he will wash them so that they will fit neatly into the dish rack.
I’m all who cares! Who cares if I wash the bowl then dish then bigger bowl and cup and dish again? It means YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO! Just my thought. Of course as I write this, my honey is talking to the television sports announcers. So my path of thought has turned into a lawnmower gone rogue and is off into the bushes somewhere when once it had a clear plan to go by.
What I’ve discovered is that his petty perfectionism means simply this: I don’t have to do dishes.
