When I was younger I use to wash dishes. My mom and I would take turns every night washing dishes. On the days my mom didn’t want to wash dishes she would pay me a dollar. One night my mother said do you want a dollar to wash the dishes…now normally I would say yes. However, that particular night I said,no! It was that night I realized the parent card is trump. My mom then told me I was going to wash the dishes, and not get a dollar : (   I was so mad. Every dish made me mad, I could not wait until there were no more dishes on the counter. Because that would mean, I was almost done. Of course I had to wash the counter, the sink and sweep the floor, argh. I totally dislike washing dishes. There are only two times I ever had a dishwasher, when I  was 11 and I lived with my grandma for a minute, and when I was 21 and shared an apartment with my cousin.   I wouldn’t even know what to do with one if I had one.

Fast forward every night after dinner I have an internal debate do I go upstairs or wash the dishes. I admit there are nights when I am like bump it, I’ll catch up with you tomorrow dishes. However trying to be a responsible adult I force myself, like I force my kids to eat un-liked vegetables, to wash dishes before I move on to something else. Tonight was like trying to get Zian to eat brussell sprouts (which I love,when cooked soggy). While washing dishes may have taken 15-25 minute ( I wasn’t actually timing),it seemed like an hour. Alas I finished I even took out the trash. So when I wake up in the morning, there is no glancing in the kitchen and seeing yet another thing I have to do today. Score one for me!   

As a side note, which I may blog about more another time I wanted to say something about parenthood. As parent things my parents did when I was younger, I totally get now.

Till Later

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