I swear my kitchen breeds dirty dishes.
It almost makes me want to not eat, and if you know me you know this means I am serious!
Nearly every night I have to unload the dishwasher, which is more of a ‘dish sanitizer‘ than anything and then hand wash a bunch of pots and pans.
There are only two Hoffmans in this house!
I suppose it comes from all the chopping, portioning, planning, and whatnot that I do.
Question of the day: Is it really worth it?
- Dishpan hands plague me.
- There have been more moments than I care to admit when an item has to be ‘fished’ out from the brink in order to make supper.
- My lunch bag only makes matter worse as it good for at least 6 pieces of ‘Ziplocware’ which need focussed attention.
Some days I dream about heaven and think about how wonderful it will be. On these days I hope I live in a castle complete with dragon, moat, and library complimented with an amazing latte machine and no lactose intolerance.
Then there are other days, like today, when I pray for no dishes.
Dear Lord, please let there be no dishes for I have done my penance 4 times over. You can have the moat and dragon, after all they are probably more trouble than they are worth. If I promise to drink all my lattes out of paper cups and recycle, do we have a deal?
~Tired, Dishpan Handloree