When you are the dishwasher

by Katie on January 24, 2012

This morning, Brandon got himself out of bed at the exact time he had to leave to check on the farm. Which is typical. I’m a get-out-of-bed-early-get-your-day-started-with-a-cup-of-coffee-and-reading type. He’s a get-out-bed-at-the-last-minute-and-go-to-work type. I’m usually running after him to the door to make sure he has a travel mug of coffee and something to put in his belly on his way to work.

Today, he denied coffee and food as he left, because he also has a strong aversion to eating and drinking upon waking, and he planned to return home in an hour or so for breakfast and coffee once his “stomach had settled” for the day.

Of course, I could not wait that hour without getting some grub in my belly, so I “mowed down” (a Brandon term) a breakfast burrito while he was gone.

When I finished, I started to place my plate in the sink…then I had a glimmer of an idea.

Instead, I used the corner of my napkin to remove the bit of salsa juice, and placed it back on the counter next to Brandon’s tortillas (yes, we have Katie Tortillas and Brandon Tortillas…there is a wheat and white version of every bread and pasta item in our house).

When he came in for his turn at breakfast, I also realized my coffee cup was no longer in use after the cup and a half I had already consumed. And so, it was inconspicuously placed next to the coffee pot.

I joined Brandon at the table for his breakfast, because this is usually how we “regroup” for the day, each of us discussing our current status on different projects and tasks and asking any questions of the other we may need answers to before proceeding.

When he was finished, and we had reconvened in the office, I noticed there was only about a half-cup of coffee remaining in the pot. It was calling my name, as it often does.

“Where’s your coffee cup?” I asked.

“In the sink,” he said, “where I’m supposed to put it. Why, were you checking up on me?”

After applauding his effort, I responded, “No, not at all, I’m going to finish off the coffee pot.”

When I returned to the office with my half cup of coffee, I explained, “You know, we should do this more often, eating breakfast at different times. It works well for me. We only use one plate and one coffee cup.”

“Oh, the things that make your life easier…”

Because while he was sitting there, frantically checking the ten-day forecast and cotton futures boards, I was concerned about how many breakfast dishes were in the sink.

I’ll let you guess which one of us has higher blood pressure…


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