I am losing my mind

So the other day Brandon and I are in the kitchen where I have red striped martini glasses hanging for display. Brandon sarcastically says. "I am sure glad we keep these martini glasses we never use." I say sincerely "Me too my mom gave them to me for Christmas and they mean a lot to me." He rolls his eyes. His policy is if we don't use it by the next move we get rid of it. But I love fancy glasses, I collect wine glasses and martini glasses, all kinds of glasses. So I decided to use them as a dessert cups that night to prove to him that I do use them.

Here is where I lose my mind. In our house who ever cooks the other one does dishes. So Brandon hates dessert because I always make it and he has to clean up. Which we eat it at 8:00 pm, and he is usually asleep on the couch by 8:15, then I try to wake him to clean it up. He promises to do it in the morning, he gets up at 5:30 am goes to work and at 7:00 am when I come down stairs the dishes are still there.

Here is how I remember the night. We just got done eating dessert when my phone rings it was my sister. I went into the kitchen to talk to her. When I got back to the front room the dessert dishes are gone. I ask Brandon if he did them (I don't remember seeing him do them) he starts laughing and says yes. I think he has hid the dishes somewhere so I look around the front room but I don't see the dishes, but Brandon has a funny look on his face so I am still weary.

The next morning Brandon asks if I figured out who did the dishes. I say "no" he said I did them while talking on the phone. I guess I went in got the dishes and did them. I seriously do not recall doing this. I guess my subconscious needed to make sure the dishes got done.