As a human I understand that people make mistakes. There is never to much patience when dealing with other human beings. In a perfect world I’d be king and everyone would listen to me. However that is unrealistic, and I know that everything has some element of give or take to it, and nothing is more compromising than a relationship.

Sara and I live together and have been living together for just about a year now and we have both learned some of the less than finer things about each other, but we have moved on and learned to love each other for who we are as people, not just how sexy we are.  Great!

However today I’m putting my foot in the ground and writing because I made a promise that I would. Sara and I have been dividing up the chores fairly evenly for the most part over the time, and while sometimes its an issue for concern, usually any fight over cleaning is just a facade for some other issue.

This morning I looked on the coffee table and I saw Sara’s hot cocoa  cup and her kool-aid glass sitting there.  While this doesn’t seem like a big deal, it has been a big deal in the past when I have done this in the past.

So I go to inspect these fine dishes being left all alone out of their place and see that the hot cocoa glass is stained with the marks of chocolate and now caked on there. This blows me away as I will quote, “I never leave anything caked on there, rinse all my dishes, every time.” The love of my life, Sara.

In fact I am so bad at it apparently, and she is so good at it, that she won’t do the dishes as she believes the only reason they take so much time is that I never rinse them. I usually counter with a no, absolutely not, I’m not an all star, but I am not alone in creating this mess.  So anyway she has been boycotting dishes pretty much for the last two months doing them once or twice, maybe three times (its a daily job here) over that time.

I’m positive this is not the first opportunity I have had since the promise I made to take pictures and blog about her leaving a sticky icky dish around, but this is the first time I thought about writing about it. So here are the pictures, and for those who think its my hot chocolate glass, I can’t drink it as I cannot digest milk.

Inside the mug

Side view, its even spilled on the sides!

I love Sara for everything, and don’t mind at all that she actually let this happen when she said it never happens. But I felt like making a point to not sweat the small stuff, as its really not that big of a deal. Most of the time, even when the small stuff piles up, it only takes a few minutes to sort through it all. That’s why its small. I love you!