The Dishes In My Sink

Another week, another pile of dishes in my sink. It’s not that I don’t want to do them; I just don’t feel like doing them.

When thinking about writing this, I thought about how I wanted it to be deep and have some sage life advice, but dishes in my sink are just dishes in my sink, and they are, indeed, as shallow as they get.  

I could talk about how the reluctance to wash the dishes on time means you’ll have to cook a bit sooner, which implies you’ll have to buy more food sooner and eventually spend more money sooner than the alternative, but what do I know?

I could highlight how I got caught up with work and never really had the chance to do the dishes because I was in meetings the entire day, and there were social listening reports on my desk. I wonder if our clients also have dishes-in-the-sink days? Anyway, I would plan on getting started on them, but then I’d remember I was to circle back on a couple of posts for my overdue clients and abandon the dishes for yet another couple of hours. 

I could mention how I have subconsciously avoided doing dishes when my earphones are charging because since I finished Family Guy, I found a new clutch on podcasts — The 30 Percent Podcast, Good Bad Billionaire, and Lives Less Ordinary, for starters, and when I can’t keep both my mind and my hands occupied, doing the dishes is not as fun as I would like to make it to be. 

I could also reiterate that doing the dishes always went hand in hand with cooking, and I would cook while Nyx did the dishes, and now, would you believe it? I am doing both! The audacity of hunger and being single-ish is a potent and fatal mix!

I could blame the weather, and since it’s too cold, why would I risk hypothermia when there’s no warm body waiting for me in my bed? Weather for two: These dishes and I are looking at each other as if we’re in a Mexican standoff.

I could sigh and look at my hands — the same hands that have been washing dishes since I was nine and probably will till I’ll be forty and convince myself that I need a break from doing the dishes, even if it’s for one day. 

I could also say that I leave them there because I am lazy, but these dishes will not do themselves. 

On the bright side, I completely abhor flies, and I have never had flies in my house, so that’s more than enough incentive to do the dishes. 

Now that I have done them, I feel a little better, but the cycle begins anew the second I start feeling the tiniest tinge of hunger. If I were paid on time, I would have taken take-out today and minimized the number of dishes I am going to use tonight, but oh well, if you needed a recession indicator, it has to be me talking about doing dishes on a Thursday night. 

Next week, I’ll still be here with another set of dishes in my sink, looking back at me, and I’ll tell them, “Nisongee mimi pia sijaguzwa.”

Don’t even get me started on laundry!

From Me To You

At times I wonder, do you also look at the dishes in your sink and convince yourself to wash them? 

If you do, and if you don’t, you should read my latest story about my upstairs neighbors, and it will make you feel so dirty you’ll want to do your dishes.