The Peanut Buttery Knife

I wrote this two years ago, when LL was still a breastfed baby.  I haven't changed a bit.  Neither has Seth...

Photo credit:  Todd Hoort

So last night I was rushing to get LL down for bed as well as finish making dinner, etc.  And I was starving.  So I hurried LL through her night time feed and tried to put her down for bed, but of course that didn't work, so I came out of the nursery, with LL in my arms and said to my husband "OK, well...I need to eat.  I can't feed her and try to get her down until I eat or I'm going to pass out."  He said fine, and we ate a lovely chicken dish that I'd prepared (which was rare...usually Seth cooked).

Which I pretty much just swallowed in 3 seconds, forgetting to enjoy.

So then I say, OK...just take LL and give me a second to clean up the kitchen.  Blah blah blah...we have a discussion about maybe I should have put the baby to bed and let him do the dishes, since he can't feed her, but he can do the dishes.  I agree, maybe that would have been a better idea, but I just wanted the kitchen to be clean (Erin clean, not Seth clean) and it took less than 15 minutes, and I just wanted to be able to wake up and NOT do dishes first thing in the morning.  But I really should have put the baby down first, he was right about that.

So I putzed around some more, cleaned and picked up here and there, and went into my clean kitchen, and he'd already eaten a sandwich and left his peanut-buttery knife all up in the sink.  The clean sink.  That I had just cleaned.  And now there was a dirty and peanut buttery knife in there!!  So I went into the living room and I said, "Honey...guess what?" And he knows me and he can see the big daggers shooting out of my eyeballs (and I said nothing else) and he said "I know, I left a knife in the sink" (yeah, he knows me pretty well) and then I said "Dishwasher, Seth.  It better be in the dishwasher" (God, it must really suck to live with me sometimes). 

And later, I went to get a piece of string cheese out of the refrigerator and guess what I found???  That peanut buttery knife.  In the refrigerator!  NOT the dishwasher.  Doesn't it take EXACTLY the same amount of time and effort to open and place a knife in the refrigerator as it does the dishwasher??? 

Then I found it back in the sink.  Still not the dishwasher.