I hate dirty dishes. I hate them when they're on my counter and when they're in my sink. And, the bigger problem, I hate washing them. When I was growing up, we used to complain about loading the dishwasher; never again will I complain about loading the dishwasher. I hated doing the dishes then and I hate it more now. I'd give my 1-bedroom kingdom for a dishwasher.
I love having a clean kitchen, so I think I hate what the pile of dirty dishes represents: I'm too busy, tired, lazy, etc. to wash them. Between commuting 2 hours per day, working full time, taking care of my sweet Vivienne, trying to work out transportation with one car, and supporting Doug in whatever way I can...I just don't have the time, energy, or desire to clean those bloody dishes. Doug helps sometimes, but a pile of dirty dishes doesn't irk him like it does me, so I'm the one who buckles under the weight of the yuckiness in the sink.
Ugh. If we had enough money, I'd rather just throw out the dirty dishes and pull out clean ones for each new meal. Or just get a dishwasher.
2 comments:
I was begining to wonder if you were done with blogging?! Glad you're not.
Let me just say: Paper plates, and plastic cups and utensils. I use ones made of recycled material and it cuts WAAAAY down on the dishwashing :)
I decided it was time to get back into it! I'm having a lot of fun reading everyone's stuff so I think it will be easier this time around! Good call on the paper plates...
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