I ran across this comic on Reddit today and it is pretty much how I feel right now.
My least favorite chore is washing dishes. I hate it because I can wash all the dishes, but unless I’m home alone (which rarely happens), there will inevitably be a dirty dish on the counter in the next 30 minutes. I can spend an hour cleaning the kitchen and no more than 6 hours later it is a huge mess again. The only solution is to be constantly washing dishes and wiping things down as if I were some kind of dish washing robot.
I think it’s actually driving me insane. I don’t want to be a dish-washing robot. I want to be a person.
But this is my “job”, as it were. Keep the house, because someone’s got to. There really isn’t a way out of doing your chores, no matter if you are 10 years old or 35.
So in the end, I do the very tasks I despise as a way of keeping my mind off the fact that I hate doing them so much. Somehow, it usually works. But other times it makes me feel even crazier.
Can I get an AMEN?
Here’s what we’re having for dinner this week:
Monday: Coq au Riesling and Broccoli Salad with Bacon and French Bread
Tuesday: Roast Beef Sandwiches with leftover Broccoli Salad
Wednesday: Deer Steaks, Roasted Squash, Salad
Thursday: Spicy Chicken Soup
Friday: Baked Salmon, Caesar Salad, Parmesan Pasta