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I love washing the dishes

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Now you may think that I am being sarcastic when making bold statements such as the one above, but I am actually dead serious...
I am writing this sitting in the middle of the bush, in the lap of luxury (I do not camp), Gerhard and Liam have gone for a game drive, and I am sitting here watching the sun rising over a dam a mere 50 meters from my window, sipping a cappuccino.  The boys left me and Luka here to catch up on some zzzzz’s, but alas, I am only enjoying my cappuccino now, after I washed all the dishes from last night and cleared up the mess we made in the kitchen.
Now I will simply never admit this to my husband, he needs to remain humble and never ever get the idea that I can somehow live without full time domestic help.  So when we go on vacation, he always makes 100% sure that the accommodation is serviced,  I think he does this more to avoid washing dishes himself, but so it would also appear as if he only takes me to places where I do not have to lift a finger, fair enough. 
It has taken me years to figure out that I am a bit of a control freak, my boss sometimes jokingly refers to my OCD, this is not a joke, its serious...well, I like order, calm and clean, and if nobody around me can do this quick enough, I will just take the lead myself.
I love washing dishes, clothes, vacuuming; all these things offer an immediate result and instant gratification.  The bubbles in the sink, the crispness of a freshly ironed dishcloth...these things all make me very very happy.  Sad, but true.  My desk at work is mostly pristine, I cannot operate in chaos.  Paper makes me feel uncomfortable and cluttered, and I cannot operate with a cluttered mind. 
Now why did nobody ever tell me that kids simply have zero respect for clean, order, calm...?

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