I do love my husband. I do. He is smart and funny and nice and hardworking.
Unfortunately, basic housekeeping skills are not among his numerous fine qualities.
We have had the same discussion many many many times over the past couple of months about how once the dishes are loaded into the dishwasher it is imperative that the dishwasher actually gets started. In recent days I have begun to feel as though my pleas were finally sinking in, and I was so happy.
This morning, however, all feeling of progress came to screeching halt as I stepped into a kitchen with no less than 6 inches of foamy bubbles covering 75% of the floor.
Puzzled, I called my mate to inquire as to why this may be happening, and it would seem that he is unable to differentiate betwixt soap for hand washed dishes (in a small white bottle kept ON the kitchen sink) and soap for machine washed dishes (in a much larger white bottle UNDER the kitchen sink). Not realizing that there might be a difference, handsome hubby poured a whole mess of bubbly hand washing soap into the dishwasher, turned it on and left for work.
Now, think back to that Brady Bunch episode where the kids do the laundry and the entire house fills with bubbles. It was exactly like that, but much less funny and with a few more f-bombs uttered.
Unfortunately, basic housekeeping skills are not among his numerous fine qualities.
We have had the same discussion many many many times over the past couple of months about how once the dishes are loaded into the dishwasher it is imperative that the dishwasher actually gets started. In recent days I have begun to feel as though my pleas were finally sinking in, and I was so happy.
This morning, however, all feeling of progress came to screeching halt as I stepped into a kitchen with no less than 6 inches of foamy bubbles covering 75% of the floor.
Puzzled, I called my mate to inquire as to why this may be happening, and it would seem that he is unable to differentiate betwixt soap for hand washed dishes (in a small white bottle kept ON the kitchen sink) and soap for machine washed dishes (in a much larger white bottle UNDER the kitchen sink). Not realizing that there might be a difference, handsome hubby poured a whole mess of bubbly hand washing soap into the dishwasher, turned it on and left for work.
Now, think back to that Brady Bunch episode where the kids do the laundry and the entire house fills with bubbles. It was exactly like that, but much less funny and with a few more f-bombs uttered.
2 comments:
+10 for two posts in two days...+100 for using the word "betwixt"...
Oh yikes! This is better than shrinking sweaters. Maybe you could make a magnet with a picture of the Cascade box on it to stick on the front of the dishwasher...Sorry for your mess.
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