WISHES WON'T WANT DISHES
(another installment of things I miss being married.)
We had Uncle Jimmy's birthday party here last night. I worked so we had a nice and simple, fun friday.
The birthday boy even shoveled the walkway.
I passed out after the party… on the bed with the bud, clothes on, lights on, dirty dishes everywhere. I woke up this morning and went right in the kitchen - I even left the half and half out.
I used to love, after a party, doing dishes.. reminiscing about the few hours prior. Getting things organized and put away.
That's something I miss about being married. I know some people laugh and say things like "my husband never helped me with the dishes" or whatever but we were always a team. At least I thought we were.