I said I would never do it when I grew up . . .

My mom did it all the time and I said, when I grew up I would never do it.  Well, here I am doing it. . .washing the dishes  . . . by hand! I would rather do toilets than dishes. . . don't think about the logic there because there isn't any!  I have said that laundry is my nemesis, but dishes are his evil minions. There is just something about sticking my hands in water with the possibility of touching soggy food!!!  Hold the gag reflex!!  And I never stick my hands in cold water!!  Ever! (cue Jaws theme song here.) It was definitely a forced situation. Our dishwasher kicked the bucket and with lots of other things happening at the same time, -that's the way it always works- so we have had to wait to get a new one for a little while. Dennis has been baring the brunt of it especially when it gets piled up, which is easy to do with 7 people in the house!  The kids have taken turns as well, Bonnie actually loves it!!  Whose kid is she?? At some point it would eventually be my turn. So I caved!

As I was washing the breakfast dishes this morning I was thinking about my mom doing it for all those years!  How did she do it?? She even liked doing them!  I never understood it and maybe I don't now.  But as I was looking out the kitchen window I thought back to the view from my kitchen window growing up.  The apple and plum trees were so pretty!  It was so green with the grass and always lots of birds. I'm sure there were views of kids playing there as well. It was peaceful.  The minute of quiet alone time just to think and be still. Give me a dishwasher anyday though. . . I will accept that alone time too!



OK, lesson learned. . .where is my new dishwasher!!