This morning, after I’d already lathered up my child in sunscreen and prepared their bus bag for camp, I started my daily routine: cleaning the house. And as I was putting away his uneaten breakfast, I noticed the dishwasher was finished being cleaned. Now, I must say, I’m the only one in my house with the innate ability to know when the dishwasher is complete- because I’m the only one who cares to read the word: clean.

So as I emptied the dishwasher, just 15 hours after unloading it the day before (and before that), I started thinking: it must be nice to never have to load nor empty a dishwasher.

In fact, let’s take it a step further:

Nor to make a bed

Nor a meal

Nor pack for any trip nor camp

Nor sweet/mop/vacuum

Nor wash a bathroom or counter (for that matter)

Nor do anything really other than take out the trash 13 feet from the garage and press the button to activate the sprinkler system.