FML

Dear Internet,

Do you know what I hate? Besides spiders, hangovers, know-it-alls, persistent stains, telemarketers... Okay, I see I need to narrow it down.

I hate that moment of realization you have when you suddenly remember that you've forgotten to do something, especially if its something long over-due. I suppose there's parents out there who've had that moment at suppertime, wondering where the kids are, then remembering they were supposed to pick them up after school! Hah.

But my moment didn't involve forgotten or misplaced children, unpaid bills, forgotten dental appointments, or the like. Nope.

My moment happened this morning, about an hour ago actually, when Lena mentioned that she needed to get something out of the motorhome. And then it hit me -- the dirty dishes! I'd completely forgotten about the mountains of dirty dishes left in the motorhome sink from last weekend's camping excursion. That last morning, Ty had treated us to a wonderful breakfast of eggs, bacon and french fries (don't mock, fries are potatoes just like hash browns, it worked, okay?). And I, in my wisdom and procrastination, decided to leave all the dirty dishes until we got home and I'd just throw them in the dishwasher. (Also influencing my decision was the fact that we couldn't use the water in the tanks due to a SMELL, and our fresh-water jug was almost out.)

So needless to say, in all the bustle and confusion of our return, unloading the dirty clothes and toiletries and suitcases and toys, the dirty dishes got left on the back-burner.

Until about an hour ago. When I had that "Ohhhhh shit!" moment.

Lena and I made the dash outside, in the rain, to the motorhome. And sure enough, the sinks were filled high with nasty, slimy, moldy plates and cups and cutlery and pots. Oh my!

So that was niiiiice. Hauling it all back inside, trying not to gag as I loaded everything in the dishwasher.

Oh, and did I mention the hundred pounds of 'camping' shoes that had been left out there as well? Dirty, stinky, crud-encrusted shoes and boots and flip-flops and rubber boots. All in need of a good washing, not to mention trying to find somewhere to store them all. So my front entry is just a big, massive pile of nasty footwear. Just another same-old SNAFU day, as usual.