My sweet husband helps with the dishes each night. Actually, he helps with starting the dishes, but he has trouble finishing, which, as Seinfeld suggested …is really the most important part of doing the dishes…the finishing.
Every evening, I notice that I am alone at the sink and that Craig and the kids have sneaked out back to the trampoline. Last night I followed them and called out sweetly, “Honey? Did you notice that there are still piles of dishes in the sink?” And like always, he said:
They’re just soaking, babe. It’s part of doing the dishes. It makes it easier to get them clean.
As you can see, sometimes Craig uses my lack of knowledge about basic household duties to get out of things. This isn’t right, people. But it’s pretty clever.
I have resolved to steal his move.
When my husband arrives home tonight, he will find me reading a book on the couch, having abandoned the children in the bathtub.
When he panics, and asks me for an explanation, I will say the following…calmly and sweetly.
They’re just soaking, babe. It’s part of bath time. It makes it easier to get them clean.