Picture this: It's late at night. Time for me to go to bed.
As I head up the stairs, something catches my eye. It's a dish in the sink. Oh no, not one dish, but two plus a cup and some silverware. Left there by my husband. After I had already cleaned up the whole kitchen after dinner.
My pulse quickens and I mutter under my breath, "What am I? The maid?"
Then as fast as you can say "Rumpelstiltskin," I put the offensive dishes in the dishwasher and head to bed, mildly annoyed.
Okay, I admit it. I shouldn't be annoyed.
My husband is the primary breadwinner for our family. He owns a restaurant and works long, physically challenging hours. And lives with my kids.
His hard work benefits not just me but our entire family, which consists of my two kids and his one. I work part-time so I can be home with the kids when they get out of school. He and I travel a lot both with and without the kids. Life is good, even better than good. It's pretty fantastic.
I have asked him a few times, in the last couple of years, to please clean up his late night dishes. By the time he gets home, poor guy, I've already put the dinner dishes away, wiped down the counters, and dried the pots and pans. And left nothing in the sink. The kids are in bed and I'm in my pajamas.
But it's not like he was out whooping it up with the guys. He wasn't there because he was at WORK!
So what's with the quibbling over a few dishes left in the sink at night? Shouldn't I happily clean up after him?
One of the benefits of getting older is that I've become more introspective, which saves on the therapist's bills. So I've given this issue of mine some thought.
And decided that that's exactly what it is: My issue. And I need to get over my old compulsive self. What does it matter if there are a few things left in the sink overnight?
And if it really bothers me, I should just put them in the dishwasher for him and be done with it. No annoyance. No problem. It's the least I can do for my hard working, good cooking husband.
Okay. Done. I'm over it. At least until tonight.
Do you have a pet peeve with your husband? How do you deal with it?
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