Sunday, November 2, 2008


Thomas lives with us and he and I have been battling over him putting his dishes in the dishwasher. Those dishes that can't go in the dishwasher are to be washed by hand by whoever used them. I've been threatening that if he kept leaving his dishes in the sink that they would end up on his bed. "yea, yea." Well, Wednesday, after 3 days in the sink, his dishes were moved to his room. I spared his bed, but did leave them in his doorway. They have proceeded to sit there until today when they were finally washed by their master, Thomas. One small victory is still a victory.

Now I know how my mom felt my whole life when we left our stuff everywhere, dumped our dishes above the dishwasher on the counter, left cups out, and generally didn't clean up after ourselves. "When you get it out, you put it away" was a common phrase, but often argued it by saying whoever used it last should put it away. Anyway, sorry mom. Now I know your pain.

PS, while writing this, Thomas loaded the dishwasher and started it, and Thomas and Carl spontaneously started raking leaves in the front yard thus earning 2 points. There may be hope for them yet.


Carl Zoch said...

I was just kicking leaves around... undoing what thomas was trying to do.

Thomas said...

Carls right. It was like sweeping against a leaf blower.

thatsilverlining said...

Hahahaha, I did that to my roommate at K-State. Except she had left a massive load of dirty dishes in the sink before leaving for Thanksgiving. So the dirty dishes sat on her bed. all. break. long.

She never did it again, though! And she never even said anything to me about it.

hodgepodgemom said...

I'm just laughing right now remembering that when my brother moved out of my mom's house for the last time, Mom & I went into his room to clean it after he left and we found an almost full plate of cheese nachos molding under his bed!
Boys will be boys! Hang in there and stand your ground! :)