...or they abandoned ship.
Now I know I left them in charge when I left to go visiting family.
The Dish Faerie was paid well, to wash and help take care of the utensils and the dishes.
I wasn't worried about the coffee cups or glasses as I know my dear sweet hubby will just rinse them and use them over and over until they are so cloudy you can't see through the glass...
or the cup becomes the same color as the coffee.
And then what would it matter anyway right? Coffee is coffee.
But no. She did not take care of the spoons or utensils. It was a good thing that I did come home when I did.
Hubby only had one clean butter knife and spoon left.
That would have meant that in another day or so, he might have to rinse one of the utensils off to butter his bagel in the morning.
There was a tidy stack of dirty dishes on the stove.
Because that is where you put them right? The sink must be reserved for washing out the paint brush...
For the hound dog box pieces that were brought into the house and put on the clothes drying rack in the living room.
The floor is partially covered in plastic so no paint gets on the carpet. I think the pieces of plywood and plastic go nicely with the decor. I'm thinking of putting Christmas lights on them too. You never know how long this project may last.
Ahem, back to the sink...
you don't really need to get all the paint out of the sink just yet because the paint job isn't done and the Dish Faerie ran out of the house screaming on the second day I was gone.
Ahhh, where was the House Faerie? She got smart and ran first. She saw sweet hubby taking apart the hunting rifle and spreading it across the newly cleaned off table and knew there was no hope for her. Not with Hoppes gun oil and other yummy things spread across the table.
Or maybe she saw the rugs in the kitchen collect hay chafe and sawdust and decided that she didn't have the strength.
I guess that is okay. Those housekeeping faeries never seem to be able to stand up to my sweet husband while I am away for a few days.
I must say though it didn't take quite as long as I figured to clean the dishes as I had expected. However the table is somewhat of a disaster area. I went to sit down with a cup of coffee and a nice Panerra Bagel this morning and was perplexed as to where I could make room.
Sweet hubby pushed aside the gun cleaning oil and some screw drivers, knife, hammer, steel wool, and made some room so I could sit down.
Oh it is nice to be back home!