Redemption

So I think I have totally redeemed myself. Monday night, we had Matt's parents over for dinner. This afternoon, I finally got around to the dishes, and there was a PILE of them. I walked up to the sink and looked from the pile to the dishwasher. From the pile to the dishwasher. From the pile to the dishwasher. I almost panicked and walked away. But instead, I made a commitment to myself that, today, the dishwasher would not defeat me. I. Could. Load. It. Strategically. And. Effectively. I was on a mission.

I needed to get all these....



Into this....

After several long minutes of mounting frustration, exhaustion, confusion, and near failure, I once again came close to simply walking away and saving them for Matt whose dishwasher loading skills are unmatched. However, I persisted. Even when this guy...


...who was sitting next to me in his high chair left me a little surprise in his diaper that made it near impossible to breath in the kitchen, I pressed on. (Dang those scrambled eggs.)

And here's the final result. Now, please don't look too close. There are some questionable arrangements, but still... not bad for me.


Husband, I patiently await your apology for that hateful post not so long ago when you bashed my dishwashing abilities. At least in my mind, I have totally redeemed myself.