Friday, July 6, 2012
"What does a kitty cat say?"
"What does a puppy dog say?"
What does....mommy say?"
What is it that I think I'm so tired from? This is sincerely ridiculous, but I'm going to admit that it still didn't really get to me. It wasn't until I begrudgingly began to unload the dishwasher and realized that the dishes weren't properly cleaned that I had a bit of a epiphany. I spent well over an hour on my computer googling why my dishwasher wasn't cleaning correctly. I poured over link after link, product after product, before I finally came to this realization: In the time I spent trying to figure out how to fix it or what to buy that would fix it, I could have washed, rinsed, dried, and put away all the dishes that were dirty and had time to spare. I spend more energy and money trying to find ways to be lazy. It's sad really.
So I prayed a lot and cried a little. And then I, for the first time I can genuinely recall, washed a kitchen full of dishes. By hand. And then I made a delicious dinner. And then, as a family, we washed those dishes. The wonder of drying cups and plates was almost too much for my 5 year old to handle.
I might not be a 1950s housewife just yet, but I'm closer than I was when I got out of bed this morning.