Rawr!!

You know what bugs me??

When I do dishes for .. lets say, three hours. Everything is clean. Sparkling, even.

And then.

I make supper. We eat, and rush out the door.

The next day, I wake up to a messy kitchen. But wait! I can't clean it, since we're heading out the door yet again. And even though I know it needs to be cleaned... the baby needs to be fed, kids bathed/brushed/dressed, because we're leaving again. So, I rush out the door and tell myself I'll get to it later.

After about the fourth meal, I don't have a clean pot left, and the kitchen is a disaster again. *Sigh*

And the worst part is?

I wasn't even home to enjoy it when it was clean.

I hate weeks like that.

Peanut butter

Peanut, peanut butter. Jelly. Peanut, peanut butter. Jelly. Sharon, Lois and Bram used to sing

about it.

What bugs me about peanut butter isn't the taste, or the song, or the fact that I buy jars and jars of all-natural peanut butter every week. What bugs me is that no one in my family can lick the peanut butter off of the knife.

This means I end up with dozens of knives smeared with peanut butter. Even after going through the dishwasher, knives are left with evidence that someone had a peanut butter rice cake, and didn't clean up the knife.

I hate that! It bugs me. Harrumph.