The pile of dishes by the sink have been by the sink for, well, way too long. My excuse is the lack of hot water. It takes a while for the water to heat up, and Scott doesn't like the heat being on for hours while we're out, so the water isn't hot enough, and I can't wash them.
That's my excuse. My other excuse is I don't have time with the two kids. I'm ignoring the fact that both girls are asleep now, and I could be washing them now instead of watching One Tree Hill again.
Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe not. Who cares? Years from now, will it even matter? That is, assuming one of us doesn't die of some kind of fungus growing on the oatmeal pot. Maybe I'll accidentally discover the next penicillin.