Maybe I shouldn’t complain, many of my friends would kill to have their husbands (or significant others) help out with the housework but there are times…
Case in point, my husband and I would prepare the evening meal together. It gave us a chance to recap our day and de-stress. He liked to clean more than cook, so he would look after the breakfast dishes (yeah so we left them in the sink all day – don’t judge me) while I prepared the meal.
All would go smoothly until I reached for the spoon I’d placed on the stove to stir the pot, only to discover both it and the spoon rest it was sitting on, were gone.
“Oh I put them in the dishwasher.” says my darling.
I tried not to sigh, to me it was obvious that I’d need that spoon again as the meal was still cooking. I opened the drawer and retrieved another. Five minutes later it too was gone.
On average, by the time I’d cooked our evening meal, I’d have used four spoons. Regardless of how many times I mentioned efficiency, waste, energy consumption or made him rewash our only silicone spatula (which was also a frequent victim) during meal preparation.
Now we take turns in the kitchen since sharing the load was proving to be more stressful than relaxing.
