Mom vs. the Dot: Making it COUNT!

Let's see...it's been a 3 day weekend, so that means...it's been at least 3 days since I've washed the dishes. I know - eew, gross.  But sometimes it can't be helped.  There's swimming to be done and lightning bugs to be caught.  An all-day family reunion in Ohio with lots of trampoline jumping and pond swimming must be enjoyed.  A full day of church activities followed by a delicious, delightful nap. When I woke up and came downstairs, there was a SMELL. A no good, really bad, terrible smell. Like a garbage dump or something rotting or poop.  It was definitely all three. First line of defense?  Take out the garbage. Garbage dump scent eradicated. Rats.  The smell is still there. Second line of defense?  Doing the dishes. Ugh. I try to have a good attitude about the dishes.  I am thankful for the food we eat and the dishes to put the food on, but wow - do we make a lot of dirty dishes in just a few days. In one...

Sigh.  There they are again.  The dishes. Somehow, if I don't do the dishes for a few days, they pile up. Do you believe that? And if I have run out of paper plates, as I sometimes do, the dirty dishes are piled everywhere! In the sink, on the counters surrounding the sink, on the stove, all over the countertop and the kitchen table. Once we've run out of usable space in the kitchen, I know it's time. Now, I am not usually a person who procrastinates. But sometimes we are BUSY doing other things.  More enjoyable things.  Traveling, having a picnic, going to an amusement park, or enjoying the warm weather (because we know our good weather is limited). This week, my lupus kicked up and drained my battery down to almost nil.  That means I did even less in the housekeeping department than usual.  And so, this afternoon, when my energy returned, I did it.  I knuckled down and spent an hour and a half cleaning up the kitchen. Wh...