I sit here writing this, I should be doing the dishes. I should always be doing the dishes. Of course, before I can do the dishes, I need to unload the dishwasher and put everything away. And then, as soon as the dishwasher is empty, I can start filling it again.
The guilt is driving me crazy. I’ve got to go do the dishes. Give me a few min- utes while I go unload the dishwasher and re-load it again. Let me get started .... Wow, that’s a lot of dishes .... Just about finished ... Okay, I’m back. I unloaded the dish- washer. And then I loaded the dishwasher again. The dishes are done! Wait - what’s that you say? The dishes aren’t done? How can that be? I’m telling you I just finished loading the dishwasher. All the dishes are done!
Oh, wait, here’s a cup by the living room chair. And there’s a bowl on my nightstand from that late night Cinnamon Toast Crunch binge. Oh, and there’s a kid cup. Why didn’t I see that cup when I was loading the dishes? It’s sitting right there in plain sight, how could I have missed it?
So, I’m not actually done with the dishes. No big surprise. Because, you