Our friends moved out yesterday into their adorable cottage a few blocks from our house. We are so excited to have them in the ‘hood, but it’s still really weird not having them in our house.
I tell you right now that if that was any preview of what living in a commune was like, I’d be all “Sign me up!!!”
What’s funny too is having other adults living in the house with much better cleaning patterns than you have. OK, funny? Shaming? What’s the difference?
After dinner every night for the last two months, our friends would hop up from the table and in 15 minutes or so the table would be cleared off with all the placemats put away and the décor put back on, the dishes would be loaded in the dishwasher and the pots and pans would be drying in the dish rack.
When I commented on the fact that we were lazy asses and our habit in the past has been to clean up the dishes from the last meal just prior to the next meal, they said that they just found it to be a good habit to do the dishes immediately.
“We ought to pick up that habit,” I said.
“We’re really going to miss that,” Dave said.
We did it last night. Let’s see if that habit sticks.