2 hours and 4 sink loads later, the dishes are finally done.
Yeah, that's right. 4 sink loads, 2 hours. Our dishwasher has begun to malfunction, so now we are hand washing our dishes. Out of the ones I just washed, about a dozen of them were mine. That was it (OK, some of them were The Boy's, but that just makes them mine by default since he doesn't live here). Washing that many dishes for that long is hard on my body, though, methinks. I'm all shaky now and it's rather unpleasant.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths