I would ask how you’ve been. I was MIA for the last coffee share. I read and shared many posts but I didn’t write one of my own.
I finally finished reading, “Snow.” It took forever. Not in real people time. Just in my time. It took a whole week, when normally I can finish a book in two days.
I would tell you how it rained on my DIY parade this weekend. However, hope is not lost. Everything that was rained on is fixable. No major damage. I was very blessed this time.
I would tell you how happy I am that the same-sex marriage is legal. I feel weird saying Gay marriage because of this . . .
Now I can go to weddings of family members that aren’t out of the closet and those who are out of the closet. I mean . . if any of said family members want to get married. Everyone has options and that is awesome!
I could totally make these mugs, right? Maybe after I finish my other DIY projects. I have five left out of five that I started last week. There’s still hope that I’ll finish something sometime . . .
What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?
The dishes are always there and they will never go away. As soon as you finish doing the dishes, it never fails that someone comes along with a plate or a sippy cup that they forgot about until you emptied the sink.
I really began to detest the dishes after I had my first child. I was just overwhelmed with a new baby and all of the housework. My ex wasn’t much help. He liked a clean house but he also liked doing whatever he wanted to do whenever he wanted to do it.
For example, there weren’t any more clean bottles and he couldn’t be bothered to run the dishwasher. I think there was a football game on and God forbid that he should have to get up and put soap in it and start it.
So I started the dishwasher, even though I was really, really busy with every other thing in the entire world – mostly very important baby things (That might be an exaggeration but that’s what it felt like.) At this point, my brain exploded but it came out as a hormonal temper tantrum. Post-partum is a drag.
Yeah, we had a dishwasher. The excuse for not doing dishes was “But football.”
A few years later, he commented that “I can’t believe that you’re doing the dishes.” Then I had another brain explosion. I’m pretty sure that was the chore of doing the dishes was the straw that broke the marriages back. Not really, but it sure didn’t help.
These days I do the dishes. It’s not a big deal. There aren’t any power struggles with my boyfriend over who is going to do what. We just do whatever needs to be done, except that he definitely mows the lawn.
So anyway, I have to go do dishes now. By hand. I miss the dishwasher so much.
The first pie I ever made for Thanksgiving never made it to the table. It didn’t even make it into my in-law’s house.
My ex was trying to carry the highchair, the diaper bag and the pie into the house. He might have even been carrying the baby. It was all a blur. The pie was gone before I even had a chance to take a picture of it.
I do remember seeing my beautiful pumpkin pie in pieces on the floor of the garage. The broken pie was just another innocent casualty of my failed marriage.
It might even be the reason that he is my ex-husband. We might still be together if he hadn’t been so careless with something I worked so hard to make. I would soon learn that he was careless with everything.
It was deja vu. I had written about topic less than two months ago. I haven’t changed my mind since then. Also, I would delete a comment if it was inappropriate in some way. So far, I haven’t had to delete very many comments. I did block the guy that wanted to propose marriage. Sorry dude! I’m totally flattered. It wouldn’t work out between us. Hopefully, he has moved on and found true love or something close enough.
Speaking of marriage. . . . I love this video. I didn’t want to pass up an opportunity to share with you guys. 🙂