Hubs was super awesome yesterday and cleaned up the kitchen while I was busy cleaning out the garage. I love this man to death. He is truly the love of my life. I can not imagine anyone else standing next to me through the crazy journey called Life.
This morning, I go into the kitchen for my morning ritual. Gulp down a mug of coffee, make little man's morning bottle, and empty the dishwasher so that it can be filled up throughout the day.
I open the dishwasher and a serving spoons falls out... that should have been my first clue. What in the world !?!??! remember when you were a kid and had to clean your room.... you jammed the mess under your bed, in your closet, and other other empty spaces available. This is kind of the idea of what I saw. I wish I could have taken a picture to show you the absolute disaray that was the pots, pans, plates, cups. But my phone was dead.
Not only was there no rhyme or reason, but he put things in with crusty food ... everyone knows you have to rinse before loading.... bless his heart.... he may be a husband, father, successful business man. But he is still that 9 year old little boy stuffing his mess away. So the entire contents got emptied and scrubbed in the sink, and then reloaded and rewashed.
Babe, I love you, thank you for cleaning up the kitchen!
Adios Mis Amigos,