I can see now how "having a baby" translated into "vacation" for my mom

I know I am fixing to come off as all sorts of crazy when I admit this, but I'm assuming you're probably a new reader if you don't already think I'm crazy. And even then, it would only be a matter of time before you figured it out, so....

Here goes!

I always always ALWAYS leave the dirty dinner dishes for the morning. If you recall, my dishwasher is defunct and is now used as a fancy storage area for various pans that won't fit in my cabinets. This means that I must wash everything by hand. Not a big deal. I've gone without the convenience of a dishwasher before and I didn't die from it, so it's definitely doable. But because I am left to wash every plate, cup, pan, casserole dish, sippy cup, and utensil by hand, I am kind of over it by the end of the day. The last thing I want to do before bed is stand at the sink and wash more dishes. I realize that some people "don't sleep well" or some crap like that if they are aware of dirty dishes in the sink. For those people, I would suggest a healthy glass of wine (perhaps in a paper cup to cut down on the dishes?) to help forget about them. Their dirtiness really doesn't affect my sleep. But again, I am crazy, so there's that.

Most mornings I will get up with Sam, pull his highchair into the kitchen so we can chat, give him some cereal, and go to town on the dishes from the night before. Once the dishes are done, Steve gets home from PT and I make him his breakfast while he showers. This creates more dishes, yes, but the empty sink is well-equipped to handle them and I can tackle those few dishes after everyone is done with breakfast. Washing dishes in the morning sort of helps jumpstart me in being productive for the day if that makes any sense whatsoever.

But yesterday morning. Gracious. I had dishes from the night before, and then decided that in order to use up the blueberries that were getting ready to expire, I would make waffles for everyone. Of course, I have to use a different kind of mix for Sam's waffles so that they will be gluten-free, make a big batch of those to freeze for future breakfasts, and then get started on Steve's. Steve comes home from PT and informs me that he would like eggs. If looks could kill, y'all.... I guess my "look" gave off the vibe that he'd better force a friggin' waffle down as well because he graciously ate two. So after the waffle mess, I had to make eggs, and then make the rest of the batch of waffles to freeze. Then I looked around me and saw the war zone that had been created.

And maybe that doesn't look like a lot, but the sink was STACKED and I don't know how to take a panoramic picture with my camera, but believe me when I say that the dishes were EVERYWHERE.

(PS. Isn't the fire extinguisher a lovely design element in this room? It just screams that I don't know how to cook a thing without first lighting it on fire.)

Being that I have had practice with dishwashing in many arenas, I made quick work of those suckers and had the kitchen knocked out in fifteen minutes.

Ahh. Much better. Then I decided that I would make some fudge for a play/lunch date we were going to that afternoon, and that just created more dishes. Such is life.

No time to do those dishes just yet because there are diapers to stuff.

Luckily for me, I have a very enthusiastic helper that doesn't know a thing about stuffing diapers.

I do enjoy watching him while *I* stuff the diapers though.

Is it just me or did he turn into a toddler overnight?

I had to leave a note of caution for Steve, as another pregnant friend (due two weeks before me) and I are getting together for a playdate today and will need this fudge since we can no longer hang out with a bottle of wine.

Ok maybe we don't need ALL of that chocolatey goodness, but I've seen Steve around a bucket of fudge before. Without supervision, it can get a little crazy.

Am I the only one who has the "gift" of sleeping through the night with a boatload of dirty dishes downstairs? Do you think it's unreasonable that I eat at least half of the pan of fudge that I made? (The correct answer to this question is: No.) Why do babies turn into big kids so quickly?