The Spoon Stands Alone

Yesterday morning over breakfast, my husband and I were having a conversation regarding our 16 year old son that has lost a bunch of weight over the past year. My husband made the comment that he seems obsessed with losing weight, to which I replied "I wish I were obsessed with something..." Hubby then opened his mouth as if he had something to add, paused, thought better about traveling down that road, and then took another sip of his coffee.

Okay, so I'm a little O.C.D., but only about some things. I do have the clothes in my closet organized according to color and item. All pants and dresses on the left, from darkest to lightest, all tops, blazers and skirts on the right, beginning with blacks and moving so beautifully around the color wheel and ending with whites. Shoes neatly in line from dressy to casual. It just makes me happy to walk in there and twirl around in the blissful organization! I also don't like to go to bed at night if I have any dirty dishes in the sink or a messy kitchen.

Which brings me to another point. Men should never load the dishwasher. Can I get an "amen" out there?! Is this something women are just born with the "know-how" to do? I don't remember anyone having to take me aside and say, "now this is how you load the dishwasher." But for some reason, no matter how many times I show my hubby, he can't seem to get it. Maybe he doesn't want to get it! Ahh-ha! That's it!

Now ladies, I am grateful for a man who helps out around the house and even attempts to load the dishwasher. Without fail though, with dishes piled high in the sink, he will say, "nothing else will fit in the dishwasher" to which I politely shove, I mean, ask him to step aside and proceed to get every last plate, utensil and pot into the dishwasher...that is, after I completely re-do everything he has already loaded.

He also doesn't understand the compartmentalized utensil basket. I tell him, "forks with forks, spoons with spoons," etc. This just makes it easier to put them away once they are clean. Plus, it's all nice and organized and "doesn't that make you happy?" My comments are met with a blank stare. Okay, so I didn't marry him for his dishwasher loading skills.

One final thought, have you ever wondered why the spoon stands alone? I mean, the farmer takes a wife, the wife takes a cow, the cow takes a pig, and so on and so on, but in the end, the spoon stands alone. What did the spoon ever do, other than confuse us with that freaky reflection thing...one side upside down, the other side normal.

Sidenote: I'm losing my mind! My good friend, Dianne, pointed out to me that it's the CHEESE that stands alone!!! Isn't there something about a spoon in some song or nursery rhyme? Maybe it's the dish that runs away with the spoon! Either way, my spoons are standing alone in the dishwasher!!!