Okay, so this post has nothing to do with flowers, but that's my mom's favorite primary song, so I used it anyway.
Last night Phillip had Bishopric meeting. I ended up staying home cleaning up a bit trying to make the home a better place for my wonderful husband.
We do not have a dishwasher (I'd like to see some elves try and leave that on our doorstep) so we wash them all by hand...well, Phillip normally does the washing. (I said he's a great husband!) It had been a couple days so there were some pans and the George Foreman Grill along with our normal daily plates, etc. I decided I would be nice and actually wash them this time.
I really do like washing dishes, once I get going. I just don't like the getting going part or the aching back or the dishpan hands.
The think I like the best about washing dishes when I'm the only one home is the thinking time it gives me. I think about the most random things while I'm washing dishes. This time my mind went back to book club last month and a discussion we got into. It was just after election time and so the topic got on Proposition 8. At some point the conversation was very one-sided and I made a comment that obviously was not something the rest agreed with. Which is fine, don't get me wrong, people are entitled to believe whatever they want. What struck me last night was the reaction from my mother. She had asked me a question, and unlike most of the rest of the room, really wanted to hear my answer. And she listened to it too.
One of the many, many reasons I love my mother and she means so much to me.
PS I filled up on gas the other day for 16.61! I love it!
1 comment:
If you enjoy washing the dishes that much as well as having all that thinking time, you're more than welcome to wash them wheneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeever you want :)
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