31 days:: day 11 happiness is clean dishes

I'm sure you've noticed that I'm now missing two more days of this 31 day excitement.  Sorry guys.  

I'd like to tell you that I have a great reason for not having these posts. But truth is, we took the kids on a field trip to the zoo Tuesday.  And, well, I was just plain worn out. This wasn't just any regular zoo visit with 25 four-year-old angels. No. Too simple.  This a trip to the zoo to wrap up a March of Dimes fundraiser that we've worked so hard to raise money for.  Now, as an aunt to two sick babies, one of which being a preemie, I am so incredibly thankful for organizations like March of Dimes.  However, I'd rather run 6230 March of Dimes walks than take 25 little people to a zoo filled with a billion other little people. 

But.  I survived.  In fact, we all did.  Shew. A

Anyway, I was in my pajamas dozing off by 7:30 Tuesday night- I got home at 7, be-tee-dub. <-- that means btw. or by the way. I'm clever, I know. 

Any well, last night. Let's just call it still not being recovered from the field trip. Or laziness. Either works for me.

So, here I am. I figured I'd better write this little slice of happiness pie before the lack of with-it-ness claims me. 

I've just been a little "off" this week.  As I've said before, I LOVE cooking.  This week, however, my poor boyfriend has only had 1 home cooked meal waiting for him when he came over.  That was Monday.  Tuesday, I blamed the zoo.  Wednesday, I blamed not having a clean Crock Pot.  

I don't have a dishwasher.  Well I do, but in human form.  And that human isn't me.  He's about 6'1" with brown hair.  I've finally gotten G to claim the glorious title of dishwasher. 1) because he owns the house I live in, and it doesn't have a dishwasher. 2) if he wants dinner, there needs to be clean dishes for me to cook with and us to eat on.  It's taken a while, but he's finally given in. And I love him even more for it.  

However, he doesn't have the same, exceptional amount of OCD running through his veins that I do.  In fact, he doesn't have any. At all. It's ridiculous really.  I think he just pretends not to, just to bug me. (it works)

So, I wanted to do cartwheels the day he realized it's much easier to wash a few dishes everyday instead of waiting until both sinks fill up after 3 days of not washing them.  He's developed a lovely routine, which I [as well as my OCD] love dearly.  He stops by on his way home from work, lets the furry child out, and washes dishes. It makes my OCD incredibly happy to have a clean sink when I come home. I mean, it's probably pathetic at how much unclean sinks bug me. But I refuse to be wrong here. 

Well like I said, I've been "off" this week.  And, apparently, so has my dishwasher.  He just decided to take the week off. 

As usual, I call my sweet, lovely, non-OCD fella on my way home from work to make sure my dog-child is alive and well, and occasionally I'm nice enough to ask G how his day was [actually- I ask him this every.single.day. my parents always asked me this growing up, so I think it's instilled in me to ask him]. Well, for the third (3RD) day in a row, I ask G if he's washed the dishes, knowing the answer is no.  Of course he laughs, so I know my answer. I guess when I'm off my game, he decided he doesn't need to be on his. wrong. 

Well, I walk in and see a counter slap full of nice, clean dishes. That sucker did wash my dishes. And it has made me incredibly happy. 

I know, I probably need new hobbies if clean dishes give me that much joy. Oh, well. 

Side-note: I started to write this post about alone time (since I've got the house to myself), but I started writing about G washing the dishes. Again, this proves just how sad my pathetic OCD filled life is. But I love it. Or it could prove how not-rested and off I am this week.  But the OCD idea makes me feel a little better. 

Good night lovies!