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This morning, I woke to a typical scene in my life. I usually, barely, give it a second thought...or so I thought, until the rumblings in my head started again. A "discussion" of complaints, if you will, that probably plays out in my head each time I see this mess, but for my own sanity, have chosen to simply ignore, once the crime scene has been cleared away.

I can ignore it NO more!

Dishes piled high in the sink, pots and pans on the counter, empty & crushed food containers and wrappers teetering on the edges, threatening to spill over onto the floor (to the would-be delight of my dogs, of course).

You're probably thinking, "well, clean your kitchen in the evenings and you wouldn't have to wake up to such a disaster!"

Here's the kicker...I do! Every evening, after supper, dishes are rinsed and loaded in the dishwasher, counters are cleaned, garbage is secured, the scent of bleach and lemons permeates the air. So nice to cozy up in the evenings, knowing nothing is "festering" in the background.

But my husband, seemingly nocturnal, always decides on a midnight snack. No, he doesn't settle on a granola bar, maybe some cookies that might make a few crumbs, or even a frozen dinner. Nuh uh.

He pulls out the steaks, the pork chops, the Barbecue sauce, the sides, the marinades and spices, and all the tools required to cook up such a feast. And then....just when his belly is sufficiently full, he looks at the time, and probably mutters to himself "Whoa! It's late and I'm suddenly sleepy. I should go to bed!"

and then he does.

GRRRRRR!!!!!!