Doing my dishes every night in 2013 instilled in me a discipline that the work doesn’t get done until you get the work done. Redundant, yes I know.

And as the homemaker, I didn’t expect my husband to do them and my two-year-old and baby were certainly not jumping up to help me wash, dry, and put away either.

Those dishes were left for me. Me.

In the process of washing cup after cup and spoon after spoon, my negative attitude of missing my dishwasher from our previous house changed. Spending a minimum of an hour over that sink every single day forged in me an awareness and an appreciation - even a joy - that I was the one who got to create an orderly and clean home. Me……