Dishes

The dishes from last night were sitting on the table as I walked in the door at 5:45PM.  I wasn't sure what we were having for supper.  I wasn't sure what dishes were clean to cook with or what food was thawed.  I scrapped together some leftovers (my husband will be thrilled, especially since it's the 3rd? night in a row). 

But anyways, the dishes from last night were stacked on top of the dishwasher with care.  I found edible food, so our tummies are full, but tonight's dishes are still on the table.  The parishable items are in the fridge, but the frying pan is on the stove, the plates and glasses sit there covered in ketchup and orange peals. 

The counter above the dishwasher is towering with the plates and bowls from I'm guessing two or so days.  They will probably fill the dishwasher, but we'll have to wait until the clean dishes get unloaded first.  The sink has dishes in various stages of soaking.  They are the ones that aren't supposed to go in the dishwasher, but they somehow end up in there.....(darn cleaning lady!  I will have to have a talk about that again!)

My dishes and I are on the need to use program.  I need to use it, I wash it.  They sit patiently waiting for me in the dishwasher, and when I need another clean one, I get it.  Eventually the dishwasher is depleted of its clean dishes and then, in go the dirty ones.  And so the cycle continues. 

It's not like I hate doing the dishes...well the dishwasher part.  I still wish my hand dishes could wash themselves.  It's survival mode during the week.  The big kids need this, that and the other thing.  Something's up high, or "Degan hit me" or "Miri's getting into _____"!  Miri Jo is cruising around the furniture and I know that when walking happens a whole new world of challenges awaits.  I've also just desided that hanging out with my kiddos is far more important than the dishes.  I mean, I'm not out of clean ones yet!

So here I go blogging instead of cleaning up those dishes...but hey they'll wait for me.  They always do!