October 30, 2013 at 9:27 pm , by Nick Shell
2 years, 11 months.
About a month ago (at least) our dishwasher stopped working. Even if I had the handyman skills I wish that had, I still don’t see how I could budget that time into our time-starved schedule.
I imagine it would take a whole sacred Saturday afternoon (at best) for me to fix the thing. Eventually, Papa (my dad) and I will get it taken care of while he and Nana are visiting for the holidays.
The funny thing is, neither Mommy nor I really care that we currently don’t have a running dishwasher.
One of my roles in our household is to take care of all the dishes and clean up the kitchen after dinner each night.
I’ve always washed everything by hand anyway, so by now, having to fool with loading and unloading the dishwasher, not to mention having to to pay for the water and electricity to clean them a 2nd time, it just seems like too much hassle.
Though it may seem like a simple task, it takes me about 45 minutes to wash and dry all the dishes, put them away, wipe down the counters, and vacuum the floor.
During that time, I’m missing a world of fun upstairs.
That’s when Mommy gets you ready for bed. I never knew what I was missing!
But recently there was a night where we hardly had any dishes, so I got to check out what you two do while Daddy’s doing the dishes every night.
The lights were out and I discovered Mommy using only a flashlight to read you a bedtime story…
And to teach you how to make shadow puppets!
It’s funny because I’ve always wondered what all the laughing and jumping around was going on upd there, as I listened from down below:
Our kitchen is basically directly below your bedroom.
Mommy and you get to have fun; that’s what’s going on upstairs.
Meanwhile, I have the glorious job of dish duty while listening to Imagine Dragons.
I don’t mind, though. It’s important that you and Mommy get to have that special time together.
Since I’m the one you takes you to school, I have at least two exclusive hours a day that Mommy doesn’t.
Besides, being the “kitchenware engineer” helps me feel a little bit more useful around here, since I imagine most dads would have already fixed their broken dishwasher by now.
Granted, I could get you to bed a lot sooner myself, but I bet Mommy’s a lot more fun!