The first time I said it I meant it.
“I’m going to wash the dishes.”
But my arms were so heavy, and it was hard to get up. I tried, but I just slumped further into the sofa.
“Ugh. I guess I need to wash the dishes.”
The second time I was thinking that I worked as long as he did and went to the grocery store and made him dinner and brought him second helpings.
I pulled my feet up on the couch, and laid my head on his shoulder.
By the third time, my head was in his lap, and I didn’t mean it at all.
“I guess I really should wash those dishes.”
I didn’t take my eyes off the television. Besides , I was uninvolved in the dirtying of the rest of the sink full of dishes in there.
My strategy didn’t work.
“Will you just wash the dishes?”
And he did.