As I’ve stated in my last few blog post, I’ve been crazy busy at work. Well yesterday wasn’t an exception. I’ve been working late every night for the past two weeks. Tuesday Melissa threatened my life if I worked late yesterday because we had an appointment to meet with a photographer for our wedding. Well low and below I’m sitting at my desk, head down, pounding away on a project when I get the angry phone call from mission control. Its official, I’m late, and still at work. The appointment was for 7:00, and it was 7:15 when I got the call from the boss. I try to neatly put an end to what I’m doing so I can get out the door. I rush over for the meeting, arriving around 7:30. We meet with the photographer, the same guy that did our engagement session and we believe he’s going to do our wedding as well. His prices are great and his work is amazing. As we’re leaving the meeting I make a comment that doesn’t go over all that well with the boss, “I’ve got to log back in and finish up this work.”
We get to the house a little after 8:00 and Melissa starts making dinner. I log in and continue working. I take a quick break from work to eat when it’s ready, then right back to my computer. At this point I’m sure you’re wondering why the blog is titled “Domestic Duties – FAIL”, and the answer is… It’s my job to wash the dishes every night. Something I don’t mind doing because I hate a cluttered sink. I load the small items into the dishwasher, plates, forks, spoons, glasses, those types of things, and I hand wash the bigger items, Pots (which are Revere ware that has copper that I have to polish after every use) , pans, mixing bowls, our non dishwasher safe knifes, and the wooden utensils, I also wipe down the stove, counter tops and the sinks. My thinking was, if I can finish up this work real quick, I’ll wash the dishes, clean the cat box, walk Maggie and get ready for bed. Well, real quick didn’t really happen. I finally finished up and logged out around 11:45, 45 minutes past my normal bed time. I walk in the kitchen and peak at the dishes, it kills me, I think about washing them, but I can’t be late for work so I have to get in the bed. I decide to clean the cat box, a task that has to be done nightly with our four cats or they’ll start looking for other places to make potty, walk Maggie and go to bed. When I woke up this morning I realized how disappointed I was in myself when I saw the kitchen. Did the cats get up there and use more dishes? I don’t remember it looking so bad. So this may sound weird, but I can’t wait to get home and handle these dishes. Melissa has told me that I have “Dishues” because I have a certain way that I like the dishes loaded in the dishwasher, and a certain way I like to hand wash the other things. Since we’re talking about it, do any of you use this amazing drying mat? I heart this mat.
My only complaint is sometimes I have more dishes than it will hold. But it’s great because we didn’t want a dish strainer thing sitting on the counter, but this thing just folds up and gets put away with the other wash clothes and towels. My only other complaint about washing the dishes is that my sink is too low. I have to do a lot of bending to get to the sink. I need a taller sink.