There's Something About Doing the Dishes

You know what, I am just loving life right now. No, I didn't get diamonds for Christmas this year. And no, I'm not vacationing in Hawaii.

Lemme tell you, though. It's just as good, as far as I'm concerned. Hubby is home on vacation and I don't have to do the dishes!

Aarrrgghhh! I hate doing the dishes. There's just something about having to do dishes at the end of a tough work day as Mom. Putting dinner on the table is already the big heavy lift at the end of each day. It already takes the last ounce of energy left in me to prepare and fix a meal when I'm most drained and tired.

Whew! I often sigh a relief whenever I call out, "Dinner's reeaaddy!" I've never prayed so earnestly to thank God for the food, as I do now as a Mom.

On a tough day, I dread doing the dishes like sitting in a dentist chair when a drill is grinding into a depraved molar. On those rare days I actually have it easy, I still hate doing the dishes. After cooking a meal, it's feels like punishment for doing a good deed, you know?

Don't get me wrong. Hubby is working just as hard. I know he's working overtime, too. Because after a tough day at the office slaying dragons, he starts his second job: wrangling our toddler to bath and bed. Though tired, Hubby still willingly reads "Pinnochio" for the nteenth time and nightly battles the "But, Daddy. One more story, please!" unending saga. So, if truth be told, there's definitely another side of the story here...

Still, there's something about doing the dishes... So, yep. I'm relishing every day Hubby is home for vacation!