The Tale of a Clean Sink
For the first time all the dirty dishes in my house fit in my dishwasher and are being cleaned as we speak, er, as I write, I mean type, as of this very moment.
I know you’re so proud.
I did dishes last night, and then just now, and now my sink is empty, void, of dirty dishes.
OK, so I don’t have much to blog about right now, but having a clean sink does make me happy.
Maybe the Flylady does have something on having a clean sink, I’m just not willing to stash dirty dishes under my sink to keep the illusion of clean.
If it’s clean I want it to be clean for reals.
And mine is clean for reals and I am so happy.
Granted I do have times where my sink is clean and there are no dishes in the sink, but then there are dirty dishes in the dishwasher waiting for more dishes so I can start the load, but instead of being on top of it I let my sink get filled with dishes and then I’m back at square one; a full dishwasher with some left over dishes in the sink waiting to be cleaned but, hypothetically, if I empty my dishwasher before I make lunch I can have nearly all the dishes in my house clean and put away. I say nearly all because there are always the current water cups lying around.
I probably won’t be emptying my dishwasher before lunch, so it’s just a nice dream.
Hopefully I empty it before dinner.