One thing I’ve never allowed is a sink full of dirty dishes. I just can’t consider a meal finished until I’ve cleared the table, put the dishes into the dishwasher, and washed the pots and pans. It only takes a few minutes to clean up and then I can relax. I’m sure I feel this way because Mother had the same standards and as the oldest daughter I was expected to help in the kitchen.
Of course, Rascal has other ideas about my kitchen. She thinks the faucet is better suited to propping up her head during a nap – dirty dishes be damned!

