That is a fitting name for this post, as the winds outside our house right now are blowing at speeds that have been clocked at 85 mph, which is technically hurricane-force. The wind truly sounds like a freight train. I have never experienced such a ferocious wind storm, and we get them every year around this time. Oy. If you've checked the news, you've heard about the Malibu fire, but seriously, when doesn't Malibu burn? Every frickin year they have a fire, it just goes with the territory of being remote and having heavy brush, combined with no irrigation and a canyon. It's just a volatile mix. Meanwhile, in the very canyon in which my house is located (the Fremont Canyon) we are in the thick of those winds clocked at hurricane speed, and it is just crazy, people. There are trees being uprooted everywhere, as well as something that just hit my roof. I'm not kidding. We have seen at least two transformers blow out, kind of pretty, actually that huge blue glow ...
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Personally, I don't mind doing the dishes if he puts away the leftovers.
Totally sucks. Those plastic forks are a bugger to wash.
I am also a very lucky person.
Mama Bear
If the husband cooks which he usually does, then most times I end up taking care of the dishes & cleaning the kitchen
When I cook, most times I clean up too. Life is so unfair.
And now that the girls are old enough, they clear the table and load the dishwasher and the person who didn't cook does the finishing touches on the kitchen.
But being anal-retentive, I go over the kitchen later on, because he *always* forgets to wipe down the stove and the counters. Drives.Me.Crazy.