Dishes

It sometimes feels like I spend half of my life washing, drying and putting away dishes. Not only the ones used for the pousada but also the ones used just by mom and I.

As most of you know, my mom has Alzheimer’s. She tries to help with the wash up but often I have to go through everything and wash them again: I spot smears of butter, coffee stains, etc, which she misses. I’ve even had to pull all cutlery out once when I found some dirty ones tucked amongst the clean ones.