A small dish, two bowls,
porcelain placed in neat rows.
Oh bother! The cups.
Shift the bowls aside –
with soft clinks, the cups mingle.
The dishwasher’s full.
What is that I spy?
A platter left, forgotten.
The game is afoot.
About Adulthood in Disguise
This series is intended to highlight the ridiculous antics of adulthood – a milestone we all wanted to reach as quickly as we could. Unfortunately, the reality of adulthood is not the endless cake and cookie feast we all believed it to be. It turns out, there are a lot of monthly bills and no one cooks you dinner!
Shank You Very Much 
Dear Heather,
I love the poem. So topical, it’s sooooo annoying when that happens!
John has been doing a LOT of chores these last 5 weeks, since I am not supposed to stand or walk too much. While I am grateful of course, it’s been shocking how he loads the dishwasher!
Thanks for the chuckle,
Love y’all!
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Hubster is not allowed to load the dishwasher in this house.
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