Dishes

The jet lag was setting in. I could feel exhaustion weighing me down, and the thought of manning up and going out to face those Greek people didn't have me jumping out of bed. Eventually I got up, got ready, and headed over. But al the shades wer drawn and doors closed, so I went back to my room and laid down.
After awhile, they started woking up and the doors opened, so I made myself toast with some peach jam G had found in the back of the fridge for me. I sat down at the table with my coffee, but the children were watching something different than Zeke and Luther, so my day was pretty much wrecked from the beginning.
I can't really blame the kids for their, hmm...ability to do things for themselves. For every meal, G would prepare whatever they wanted and ring it to them on the couch where they would sit watching the Disney Channel. When they were finished G would pick up their dishes and wash them. If they wanted more juice or another piece of toast, they simply yelled the order to G and she brought it to them. It irked me to no end to watch G run around at the beck and call of a couple of children. To see this wonderfu 40 year-old woman taking orders from a bratty ten year-old.
And this morning G was off doing laundry when they finished so Mrs. Crazy lectured me about how I must wash their breakfast dishes as soon as the kids were finished before the ants came.
I didn't really care, I kind of like handwashing dishes. I find it relaxing. Especially when as long as I washed dishes I oculd be busy without having to interact with DC.