Since he left, I've realized: that kid keeps me in LINE. Granted, I exhaust myself every day trying to wrangle little toddlers into something that resembles swimming lessons, but damn. I haven't washed a single dish since Saturday. I'm... building a monument to the Dish Gods?
|My mom-in-law has a magnet that says, "I wish they made kitchens that flushed." Amen to THAT, SandiMama.|
At least Sally the Soap seems excited about the situation!
|...really, really excited.|
The mysterious thing about all these dishes is that I haven't really cooked much, either. Normally I pretend like I'm some fancy pro chef and cook elaborate dinners every night, but this week?
BACON AND STRAWBERRIES, BABY.
|& the only reason I put it on a plate was so that I could take a photo of it. Fine dining at its fine dining-est.|
Fuel for the champion lifeguard/swim instructor. AH DO WHUT AH WAWNT.
I haven't put away a single article of clothing that I've worn. Actually, I haven't even put anything away that I took out just to consider wearing.
And who needs showers when I marinate in chlorinated water all day?
It's getting reeeeeally Klassy over here. And I have less than a day to try to clean it all up (including myself)... wish me luck.
[On Monday, I will tell the epic tale of why I'm literally afraid for my life to wash dishes in this apartment. Literally afraid for my life. There will be illustrations... you might want to get excited.]