Over the weekend, Tom got out the cutting board and a knife to slice a tomato for his salad.
Days later the cutting board and knife are still on the counter.
I rinse out the dirty dishes that are in the sink and put them in the dishwasher.
I make iced tea when the empty pitcher mysteriously appears on the counter.
I close the bread box every time he leaves it open.
These things I do almost as rote, without thinking.
But I have to draw the line somewhere.
I refuse to put away the cutting board and knife. It won’t kill him to wipe off the board and put it back in the drawer, will it?!?!
It is taking every fiber of my being to resist the urge to put them away myself.
I must be strong.
This is naught but a game we married folks must play.