I'm home from work with a self-diagnosed case of strep-throat. I'm fairly confident in my status, however, as mr. 13 had a confirmed case of it this weekend which I learned 10 minutes before picking him up....no time to get a mask.
I'm doing the usual sick person thing, or what I've come to know as the usual sick person thing.
Before step-parenthood I was never, ever, like Taylor Swift ever, sick. Since stepping, I've been introduced to such things as sick days, Theraflu, Nyquil, and binge-watching Netflix midday.
I'm doing laundry and dishes, neither of which I like doing and even less so sick.
As I looked to see whether the dishwasher had room for more dishes, I noticed that it was haphazardly half-loaded with cups on bottom, and pots on top. Odd. Except that mr. 13 is starting to pitch in with chores and had been asked to load the dishwasher. Sigh.
Decision time, do I reorganize the dishwasher to fit in more dishes or just run the thing as is. I perseverated.
Does it matter? Yes.
Does it really matter? Yess...
Is there a reason to let it be? Yes, unless I want to be redoing chores behind him all the time or nitpicking him while he does them.
And then I recalled the bacon grease.
I glanced around for the metal measuring cup full of bacon grease I had set to cool off by the sink....and found it, sans grease, in the dishwasher, which only meant that the grease was either down the sink or splashed around the dishwasher.
I didn't repack the dishwasher. I pulled a pod from the glob of pods, fused together by the water dripping from a man-childs hand, and started the dishwasher. There's probably a philosophical point here but Im going to let it go today. I have step-throat after all.
I'm doing the usual sick person thing, or what I've come to know as the usual sick person thing.
Before step-parenthood I was never, ever, like Taylor Swift ever, sick. Since stepping, I've been introduced to such things as sick days, Theraflu, Nyquil, and binge-watching Netflix midday.
I'm doing laundry and dishes, neither of which I like doing and even less so sick.
As I looked to see whether the dishwasher had room for more dishes, I noticed that it was haphazardly half-loaded with cups on bottom, and pots on top. Odd. Except that mr. 13 is starting to pitch in with chores and had been asked to load the dishwasher. Sigh.
Decision time, do I reorganize the dishwasher to fit in more dishes or just run the thing as is. I perseverated.
Does it matter? Yes.
Does it really matter? Yess...
Is there a reason to let it be? Yes, unless I want to be redoing chores behind him all the time or nitpicking him while he does them.
And then I recalled the bacon grease.
I glanced around for the metal measuring cup full of bacon grease I had set to cool off by the sink....and found it, sans grease, in the dishwasher, which only meant that the grease was either down the sink or splashed around the dishwasher.
I didn't repack the dishwasher. I pulled a pod from the glob of pods, fused together by the water dripping from a man-childs hand, and started the dishwasher. There's probably a philosophical point here but Im going to let it go today. I have step-throat after all.
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