This prompt is interesting,it brings back memories of our visit to Chicago every year. It was my husband’s favorite city,he trained to be an ophthalmologist there. He sponsored his brother to U.S . so he could have a better future. But that’s only an introduction of my fear of doing dishes every morning while we were visiting his family.
Every morning we found dirty dishes in the sink on the counter,they were everywhere. The first morning of our visit, I was amazed to see the dishes lying around unwashed. We were dying to have a cup of tea,believe me there wasn’t a clean cup in the cupboard. My husband said,” let’s wash them it won’t take that long.” We started washing dishes,it took nearly an hour,to say that I was annoyed would be an understatement. Finally we got them washed,while the lady of the house was taking care of her beauty sleep.
It was the same thing each morning,maybe we didn’t understand she was telling us indirectly we were not welcome. My husband adored his brother we had to stay for three weeks. Then we decided if we bought them a dishwasher things would be different. We did buy the dishwasher,it made no difference,now the dirty dishes were in the dishwasher and more in the sink.
Was she sending us a message,she sure did but my husband was completely oblivious of this fact,”You are not welcome!”
My house was burnt yesterday. There were things I left behind. I wish I could take them with me. I know why I couldn’t . It was so sudden. I also had to get out fast. I couldn’t look for my clothes I just bought. I didn’t get a chance to wear them. My gorgeous shoes. My favorite dishes.
I can only sit and cry because I was unable to take them. The thought that I was safe with my family and my pets, brought me back to reality.
I can always start buying these things slowly. I should be grateful I am alive.
I have learned one lesson from this tragedy. I must not attach me with material things. After all when I pass on I won’t be taking anything with me but my deeds especially good ones.
housekeeping (Photo credit: pucci.it)
Anything,any place that’s messy makes me anxious and cranky. When my home is messy,watch out,I am so angry ,I don’t see straight . I have as my husband put it,O.C.D( obsessive compulsive disorder).Whatever my family thinks I have,I cannot relax until I clean up and straighten up everything.This is how I defend myself,don’t you think everything looks fabulous when things are squeaky clean.I go about my business of making the beds,dusting the furniture,cleaning the bathroom,Vacuuming the rooms.When things are in order,I sit down and look around and am quite pleased with my efforts.
Before the company comes,I make sure everything is in top shape. I don’t want to be called untidy. One of the things that irritates me the most,is a sink full of dirty dishes in the kitchen. I cannot feel at ease until the dishes are washed,dried and put in their respective cupboards. Why should anyone say I have O.C.D,I only try to have a clean and orderly home.
When I wash the chicken after cutting the pieces,I wash them few times,I see vegetables in the super market on the shelves,I bring them home and after cutting them I wash them.I wash the fresh vegetables thoroughly,unless they are in a clean bag with the sign pre-washed.I don’t think I have any kind of disorder,I am careful. In school I tell the kids to wash their hands,before they eat.It’s a healthy habit ,don’t you think?