The Strike

 A few days ago on Facebook I declared this:

{Advance warning and apology to my spouse and children} . . .

I AM OFFICIALLY ON A DISH WASHING STRIKE. This will probably end soon, but for now, if you want a clean dish, wash the darn thing yourself!

{That felt good!} 

This is all that was in our sink - a few dishes and Daddy's coffee cup, not bad?!?!

Well, there was A LOT of commentary on my side about this - all of it was support from my fellow female friends and it was quite funny and made for a very entertaining night!

As soon as Big Robert saw it, he had to add his own strike and this is what he announced:

In response to my wife's dish washing strike, I hereby proclaim I am officially on strike, too. From sleeping in the same bed, and any other fun stuff that happens there. You want me... too bad. That's right, Mary Pauling Riker, I will end my strike when you end yours.

We had fun and there was A LOT of back and forth on both of our statuses late into the evening - about 80 comments total! Some, who do not know us at all, thought that we were not joking and had a few negative comments, but, those that had common sense, knew that we were just being silly and their comments made up for the rude ones. Throughout it all, we both had some great laughs and enjoyed staying up VERY LATE! 

After watching the back and forth enough, I decided to shower and get ready for bed. After all of that was done, I walked in to the kitchen to find this:

We both laughed SO hard after I took this picture!

HE WAS CLEANING THE DISHES - but only to help me and respect me! A few minutes later, he called me into the kitchen where I found this:

Not only had he washed the dishes, but he also dried and put them away!

Of course, we had to the take one more picture before we both crawled into bed together. . . 

me solo in bed - just to keep the joke going!

The next day, I continued my strike, but not because I was truly on strike, mostly because I had NO time to get dishes done as we had been going ALL day. . . So, I was incredibly surprised when Daddy came home and immediately washed the few dishes that were in the sink! Because of this, we continued the joke on facebook that I was still on strike and, subsequently, so was Daddy. And, to be honest, it was a lot of fun! All of the things that people had to say were quite funny and made for good laughs between the two of us!


However, finally yesterday morning, I posted this:

I am very sad to say, but guilt is kicking in and the strike is ending :-( {I must say however, just how very grateful I am for all that the hubs did to help! I truly am one heck of a lucky lady!}

To which he responds:

36 hours. That is all she can go without me in the bed. She has ended the strike... Gonna be sleeping with the dishwasher!

Later on, he adds this to one of the posts which made me realize, all over again, just how much I love him - he is always giving of himself and helping me even when I do not ask for it. . . 

This has been playful jest all along. The love, admiration and respect I have for my love would preclude me from posting our seldom dissimilarity. Mary, I love you. Glad the strike is over. I will remain in charge of the dishes.

 

Last night, to celebrate the end of the strike, we had Chinese and wine - it was delicious and the only dishes were our forks!