I’m Really Not Trying to Kill Them. On Purpose.

There are some days I think I’m losing it.

Then there are days that I know I’ve lost it already.

Yesterday was a day like that.

Well, actually it all started the night before.

I was loading the dishwasher. Somehow I got distracted. I don’t know how that happened.

I mean between the baby crying and David chasing the dogs with a baseball bat – It was a Nerf bat, but still – and Dave trying to have a conversation with me about something that I’m sure was important, I don’t see why I wasn’t completely focused on the dishes.

But somehow I got off track.

I started taking the dirty dishes that I’d just put in the dishwasher out. And I put those dishes away in the cupboard. As I grabbed a plate that was covered in some unidentifiable goo I realized what I was doing. I think I found all the yucky dishes that I put away, and placed them back in the dishwasher.

I think.

It’s hard to tell with water glasses.

I turned that load on, and went off to attend to the baby.

We have a small portable dishwasher. The only way we could have a built-in is if we removed four whole kitchen drawers. I can’t afford to loose that much storage space. So usually I have to do more than one load a day.

I needed to wash baby bottles that night too. When the first load finished I emptied the dishwasher, and went about rinsing and loading the bottles. I added the dishwasher liquid, closed the door, and  hooked the hose up to the kitchen faucet.

Then I ran off to see what was causing the loud crash-boom coming from the vicinity of David’s room.

It was around noon yesterday, when I retrieved a bottle from the dishwasher for the second time that day, that I noticed the dishwasher liquid was still its little compartment.

I’d never turned the darn thing on!

And I’d fed poor Wade breakfast in a dirty bottle.

Thankfully as of yet no one is in the hospital with botulism.

Sigh.

I think I’m just gonna buy disposable everything from now on.

Hang the environment.