I am convinced my dishes fornicate like a bunch of bunnies when I turn my back. Why do I say this? Because like Gremlins, they multiply.
It doesn't help that my children, like ancient Roman Emperors, fear that if they eat, drink, or snack with the same plates and cups, they will be poisoned. They have even upped the anty by using my small dishes as "condiment" cups. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to be so fancy, they learned that trick from me. Ok, so I will take the blame for that, but a different plate for a snack, for lunch, for another snack?! No way Jose.
Why has this pandemic made my kids SO HUNGRY?!
My dishwasher, which is BRAND new, AND I had to wait for, for THREE months because of, you know, this whole pandemic bullshit, is acting up.
On the plus side, I am however learning how to fix more stuff around the house.
However, I feel like Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout.
But with dishes.
They piled so high they nearly reached the sky.
Yesterday I got a bazillion solo cups and paper plates.
Sorry Mother Earth, but my sanity is on the line.
I STILL have a ton of dishes in my sink.
I am telling you, BUNNIES/GREMLINS. You think I am joking?
Go look in your sink.
And don't feed them after midnight.
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