You know how after you get married, you find out those *quirky* things about your spouse that you just didn't pick up on when you were dating? Right now, my biggest pet peeve is one of those quirky things: my husband's inability to put dishes in the dishwasher.
It doesn't matter if the sink is full. Or if the dishwasher is full. Or if the sink is empty. Or if the dishwasher is empty. Or if it's a full moon on Friday the 13th. All his dishes go on the counter.
So, this week, I've decided to reclaim my title as queen of housekeeping in my house (more on that later this week if I think you can stand my ranting). First chore to tackle: getting my husband to put his dishes in the dishwasher.
Last night, I cleaned up the kitchen. All nice and shiny. Then, I wrote a
I know, my kitchen is all, "Hey, I was built in the '60s!" I keep trying to convince my mom that salmon-colored sinks and gold glitter-speckled counters are retro, not ugly.
And here's what the note said:
Well, it's going to have to until I can find a husband mentor to teach mine the ways of the world. Or afford a house cleaner.