Since the death of our dishwasher, I have compromised with my oldest boys and have decided that if I want to make sure the pots and pans are done properly, I should do them myself.
Washing the dishes is one of those chores that makes me want to gag just because it is galling to have to do it in the first place.
I'd rather just thumb my nose at the tree huggers and buy styrofoam plates and cups.
Really. Please. A seven-person family!!
No way am I going to save the world.
Anyway, one day I was doing my duty and scrubbing away when I was distracted by throwing some things away to clear off the kitchen counter.
I came back to the sink to continue the dreaded chore and realized the washcloth had disappeared.
I'm not kidding. It was no where in sight.
Up and left.
Gone.
Like dust in the wind.
This phenomenon brought to mind a time in the past that I had forgotten about.
Our little family had gone to Mickey D's one time and Doc gave Bashful and Grumpy the job of taking the cups over to the soda pop dispenser and filling the cups with their preferred drinks.
On the way to the drink dispenser, the cups disappeared.
When Doc brought the food to our table, he questioned the boys about the cups.
"Where are the cups?" was met with dumbfounded stares.
It was amazing to Doc and me how those cups could just up and disappear on the way to the drink dispenser, for Pete's sake!
As I stood in front of the sink thinking about that little family episode and looking everywhere for my washcloth, I realized the apples didn't fall far from the tree.
Washing the dishes is one of those chores that makes me want to gag just because it is galling to have to do it in the first place.
I'd rather just thumb my nose at the tree huggers and buy styrofoam plates and cups.
Really. Please. A seven-person family!!
No way am I going to save the world.
Anyway, one day I was doing my duty and scrubbing away when I was distracted by throwing some things away to clear off the kitchen counter.
I came back to the sink to continue the dreaded chore and realized the washcloth had disappeared.
I'm not kidding. It was no where in sight.
Up and left.
Gone.
Like dust in the wind.
This phenomenon brought to mind a time in the past that I had forgotten about.
Our little family had gone to Mickey D's one time and Doc gave Bashful and Grumpy the job of taking the cups over to the soda pop dispenser and filling the cups with their preferred drinks.
On the way to the drink dispenser, the cups disappeared.
When Doc brought the food to our table, he questioned the boys about the cups.
"Where are the cups?" was met with dumbfounded stares.
It was amazing to Doc and me how those cups could just up and disappear on the way to the drink dispenser, for Pete's sake!
As I stood in front of the sink thinking about that little family episode and looking everywhere for my washcloth, I realized the apples didn't fall far from the tree.
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