My day begins and ends with housework. I spend most of the morning cleaning the place and doing the regular chores. In the evening I cook dinner. I'm genuinely happy to do all of that; +Annette's out working hard, and I want her to be able to relax in the evenings.
But man, it's the last job of the day that sometimes seems like it's just a little too much to deal with, just one thing too many: loading the dishwasher. It doesn't sound like much, but after a day like today where I baked a couple of banana cakes, cooked lunch AND dinner and entertained guests, there's a lot of things to sort, rinse and stack. And I know that everything needs a good rinse first, because I really detest pulling things out of the dishwasher to find them still covered in grease, batter, or leftover food. Even worse, though, is when one really dirty thing spreads it around and covers everything else with gunk. So I scrub most things in the sink before they get loaded.
Once it's full or all the things are in the machine, chuck in some powder, hit start, and time for bed.
OK, just needed to get that off my chest!
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