Sunday, March 14, 2010
Parental 'Old Coot' Clatter
I remember as a kid, one of the most irritating noises I heard was the clatter of my father doing dishes at dawn. In the middle of my precious REM sleep, he's thoughtlessly banging pots, pans, and plates from the night before! Sound really travels in a cold 1,100 square foot house.
I even remember one of my college buddies lambasting his mother for the same. The snot-nosed ingrate would spend the morning playing golf and then come home and take a nap in front of the television. But he'd often wake in a fit of anger, also directed at his mother for clanging dishes. What a b1tch, you know, that woman that cooked, cleaned, laundered, and subsidized the entire livelihood of *Sleeping Beauty*!
But here I am now, married and harried by two small children. Sleeping less and less as I age, I'm often up and about in the wee hours.
And I can't tell you how tempting it is to wash whatever leftover dishes I have, dry them, and put them and the clean ones from the dishwasher away!
Us parents have to take advantage of our scant free time, of our windows of opportunity. You 'young coots' will understand, one day.
See also - Dirty Dishes.