Bubble Mountian

I love my husband. I really do but, sometimes I find myself looking at him like a science experiment. He definately makes me laugh (at his expense) and sometimes just shake my head in disbelief.

Recently I have been working long days (instead of my few afternoon 'mom' hours) and so without a word spoken, he has been doing the dinner dishes....someone should check the temperature in hell.

Now, when he does the dishes he does a decent job. I have trained him not to put the knives that go in the knife block or my pots and pans in the dishwasher. I think he actually is afraid of my pots and pans due to a fit I threw when his mother used a metal spoon to stir pasta and scratched the bottom of my pot...that's a whole other story. So reguardless, he leaves the knives, pots and pans for me.

With all this dish washing lately, I have noticed a very large mountian of bubbles left behind when he is done. This isn't a small fluff of bubbles that just happened to not have enogh water to ride down the drain. This is a mountian. I use brand name dishwashing liquid so that a small amount usually does the trick. He must use a quarter of a bottle. I struggle not to say anything in hopes not to squash his efforts. Maybe this might become a dishwashing habit and we won't always live in the 1950's. Maybe?

Last night he brings his dinner plates to the sink and I heard the water running. Now is my chance to monitor the soap use. I breeze into the kitchen casually to see the mountian of bubbles and him inhaling deeply face above the sink. This is odd I think....remember my husband the science experiment? He then says "I love the smell of Palmolive" and walks away.

Hmmmm...
I guess bubble mountian is ok for a little thing that makes him happy. So when you can stop and smell the mountian.