DORK that I am I found tonight that an iPod can make doing the dishes a hell of a lot more fun. Now, I should begin with the fact that dishes and I have a long and sordid history. I never helped with the dishes growing up, being a kept child with a, for the most part, stay at home mother. Then came college, and my dear friends will attest to the fact that my HotPot would sit on the corner of my desk ofttimes for a week (or more...I'll admit) at a time, much to the consternation of my roommates. Early marriage brought the sink pile that we both could ignore due to immaturity, independence of living on our own and by our own rules, and general stubbornness towards what neither of us wanted to be the first to do. Our marriage thrived, but the dishes regularly became a tower threatening to crash, wrecking our wedding gift stoneware. A few years into marriage, with our first baby on the way, the hubby and I decided a dishwasher would be a good investment in marital bliss, with the advent of baby bottles and such on the horizon, and it surely was a factor that kept the fighting and power struggles at bay during those early baby lack of sleep days/nights.

Well, let's just say a few years and two dishwashers later, our baby, about to turn 10, arrived home from his Cub Scout meeting finding his mother dancing around the kitchen, in plaid flannel PJ's and shearling slippers, iPod aglow in my pocket, and putting things in the dishwasher. After a little nod and a giggle, he, responsible young boy that he is, informed me that my music was much to loud, and I should turn it down, as he scurried off to bed. I though, continued to rock out, in particular to my new Lenny Kravitz, Culture Club, Colbie Calliet mix...two stepping towards the mugs, and sliding to the silverware, making the most of the things that must be done. It's how we get by.
-Cheryl