Why did I stop writing here? With the grace of 20/20 hindsight, there were a LOT of reasons. My daughter's journey would get tougher and tougher, and as I added work into the mix of raising two kids, it was one more thing I just didn't have time for. And well, that work thing. It sure does suck a lot of free time away, doesn't it? Even though I am still only part time. I will be honest, as much as I adored all the people on the blogosphere that were kind enough to grace me with their wit and time, I just could not keep up with the constant commenting that I felt was only fair to these wonderful people. So instead, what did I do? I did what any self respecting coward would do. I ghosted, of course. Not that I think my absence was enough to cause people to be distressed, but I feel badly if anyone felt slighted. Even as I write this, I feel like I am being waaaay too self important. Isn't that the whole point of a blog, though? Nobody writes a blog that doesn't
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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.