Tonight my other half washed the dishes for the second time in one month. The first time he did it I was so shocked, amazed and overcome with joy and love, I hugged and kissed his face and whispered sweet nothings in his little ears. Tonight however, was a different story....
He filled the sink with soapy water
He sorted the dishes, I'm not sure in what way they were sorted, I wasn't going to ask questions. At this point I was happy. I began drying the dishes he was washing, thinking to myself, isn't this nice, it's just like a movie! Where it's his turn to wash and hers to dry and they talk about their days and pinch eachothers butts, then start kissing and end up breathless on the kitchen table.
So he washes, I'm drying. Well, I was getting impatient, because he was taking a long time to wash... I'm used to rushing through it so I can pick up a crying child, answer the phone, wiping vaseline off of Daisy's belly...etc.
So, I sat down at my desk to crop a couple of pictures for this fabulous blog you are reading.
Blah, Blah, Blah....
He gets mad because I'm not in there "helping" him.
Um. I am at a loss for words here, baby.
So he finished the dishes, made himself a bowl of popcorn and is sitting in the living room right now as we speak.
That's all I have, I'm still at a loss for words.