Morning all, hope your season is comfortable. Hugs.
Last night I set up the folding table again, and washed more dishes. I know, washing dishes isn’t something to crow about. Yet, for me, this is huge. To be able to handle something that is simple for others gives me peace and serenity.
My husband pulled a stupid last night. Even though I told him I had washed the dishes drying in the dishwasher, he ran it. FFS. I didn’t say a word. Nothing I can do about it.
Why the kerfuffle about washing dishes? Our sink leaks dramatically when the machine is hooked up to it.
I’m going to curl up with a cuppa tea, wash some dishes, and stop putting clean dishes in the washer anymore.
I guess you can’t fix other’s minds. Take care. -L
AnonymousKnitter 