a haiku about dishes

I have joked with my friends that the one thing I miss about my ex-husband is the fact that he was pretty good at doing dishes. He never put them away, which drove me nuts, but at least he did the dishes.
I’m working on getting my kids to take over dishes duty, but they enjoy the chore about as much as I do. (Give me laundry to do any day of the week if I don’t have to do dishes.)
As my dishes pile up in the sink while my kids spend time with their dad, I decided to write some haiku.
Because it’s Tuesday and I’m missing my kids and can’t quite write what I want to write.
Here goes:

Sometimes all I want
is for someone to come by
and do my dishes

a side note to that
it’s also preferable
they are put away

Any takers?

Bonus points if you comment in haiku.