Easy problem to solve here, just, get that dish washer installed, then, voila!!! Translated…
As it’d been told, that marriage, is the graves of love, being married to my husband for four years now, I’d still not felt love, dying away; maybe, we’re, still currently, living, in our world of, two, or maybe, we had in our grasps, so many “cures” that most of other couples had, overlooked.
Due to the outbreaks, we’d started, cooking in, although it’s healthier, and more nutritious, but, watching those dirty dishes piling up in the sink, it’d, made us fall from heaven to hell in an instant.
My husband knew how I hated the dishes he’d told me, he would, manage them, but, as he’d finished stating that, he’d continued, squatting, the couch, and I’d, waited, for too long, not seen him gotten back up to the sink yet, while those dishes, waiting, until the end of times, still don’t get, washed up, and, doing the dishes, became, one of the biggest trials of our, marriage.
instead of having this…
On the weekends, it was okay, as I couldn’t, wait for him to clean them, I’d, rolled up my sleeves, and done them myself, and complained to myself about it. But, on days when I’d worked, I’d, finally finished a hard day’s work at the office, planned out the supper dishes in the rush to get back home, buying up the groceries, as I’d, wanted to, race time to make our suppers, seeing that stacked up too high to the ceilings dishes, I’d, lost my motivations to cook immediately.
One day, I’d, finally had it, and asked him, “You hate doing the dishes, don’t you?” “Not really, it’s just, that I need my rest after supper for a bit is all.” A bit of rest? Can’t you do that, after you do the dishes? Still, with many questions, complaints, but knowing, that some things, even if I’d, voiced them out loud, it won’t do any good, so I’d, calmly, clicked open that film I’d selected from before on the internet, and watched it with him.
Then, after discussion, communication, debate, fights, my husband finally accepted my suggestions. Then, on a sunny day without the clouds, I’d, ushered in, this brand new, addition, to the, family.
Then one day after work, as we’d, spent all of our energies, cooking the supper, my husband picked up that cleaned dish, told me, “thank heavens you went and bought the dish washer!”
“Marriage, is the burials of love”, but a lot of times, the household chores became, the murderer of the love we shared; and, since we’re living in the conveniences of modern day, the robot sweepers, the dishwashers, you can get them all, why not, leave the troubles of the household chores, to the, technologies instead? Life should be wasted, on the better things, NOT washing the dishes!
And so, this, is something WISE, for all couples to take from, instead of fighting over W-H-O does the dishes tonight, let the machine do it, and, you Asian people, STOP using those dishwashers as dishrack, you have these technologies at home for a reason, to MAKE your lives, easier, besides, there are, more important thing, than to, get caught up in the household chores undone yet at the end of both of our, long-hard, work days here.
Life, the Obstacle Course 