The Bane of my Existence

There are plenty of things in this world that irritate and cause me great grief. Lately, to Babe's dismay, it's people who leave grills and old stoves outside their homes for Waste Management to pick up. That's supposed to dissentigrate in a landfill HOW? And WHEN? ReCYCLE people, especially ridiculously large, metal objects like those! Someone might be happy to have either or both of those items.

And today I saw a lady just letting her car run while she sat looking in the vanity mirror applying lip gloss for at least 5 minutes. Nice. Turn the cursed car OFF!

Yes, I once was just a little (or not so little) black girl, now I'm half green and it's taking over fast!

But the true bane of my existence would be dinner dishes. Yessir, you read right. Dinner dishes have haunted me since I've lived on my "own" (another entry in itself). I'm sure most people can relate, but some people can handle the last chore of the day and wash those dishes then make their sinks shine before they head off to bed.

I'm not quite as motivated! Heck, if the kids get fed, we have a little family chat time at the dinner table, the evening has gone well! Not long after we're up the stairs to bathe, brush teeth and say prayers. By then, after a long day of mothering, I don't even have the energy to read them a story...so we read in the day! Once the kids are tucked into their warm, snuggly beds it's off to my bedroom to cover my face in Noxzema and brush my own teeth...so what makes you think I want to drag my butt back downstairs to wash dishes?

Dishes that have something, inevitably, glued to the pans, plates and silverware. Not my favorite bedtime "to-do" so I leave them in the sink to greet me in the morning.

"What STINKS?!" I ask as I make my way into kitchen to make oatmeal.

What do I find but dishes "soaking" in a sink bath. Babe is notorious for "soaking" dishes but has this feminine fear of putting his hand into that water to pull the plug...so who does it? You guessed it.

Dinner dishes left to wait til morning stink, they have a greasy film on them after soaking overnight, and worst yet they demand I wash them or at least load them into the dishwasher. Ay-yi-yi, as if making breakfast for two ravenous little people weren't enough, I have to feed them then wash dishes. And on really bad days I have to WASH a pan before I can fix their breakfast!

Dinner dishes the bane of my existence? That's putting it mildy.