I had a conversation with my husband via chat on the phone today about the dishwasher.
I loathe the dishwasher. I absolutely love what it does for me - the ease and the convenience. Putting the dirty in is fine - it's taking the clean out that rubs me the wrong way. Seriously. Yes, I'm strange, bizarre, weirdo...you can continue but there is just something about the clean dishes needing to be put away while the dirties sit on the counter, in the sink, and on the table that just bugs.
It has always (officially and unofficially) been said husband's job to put away the clean dishes in the morning. Sometimes, it doesn't get done (it feels like lately, more often than not. But I love you!) and I'm the one stuck doing it. It was mentioned to said husband that one of the meanest things he can do to me is leave me with a dishwasher full of dishes that are clean.
Like I said - I'm a weirdo. Really though? I'd like, rather scrub toilets than put all the silverware in the right place. A washer full of dishes makes me not want to do another single task in my own home. It's like fingernails on a chalkboard. I didn't make my bed until 2:30 I was so distraught. Oh, the insanity.
After hosting my own pity party, threatening a small rebellion (just in my head - they are more fun that way), and almost convincing the Husband to come home from work and do the dishes RIGHT NOW, I did it.
I put them away.
Like I always do.
And I didn't like it one bit.
3 comments:
I don't like to put them away either, but I'd do that over putting clothes away (except for the socks. I don't mind folding socks. I'm weird.) Clothes rarely get put away in my house. I just have laundry baskets full of neatly folded clean clothes all the time.
dishwasher = your kryponite
kids clothes on bathroom floor = my kryptonite
Also, remember when we shared a bathroom and shared toothpaste. I like to squeeze in the middle. That drives you crazy.
Oh, and I don't ever put cd's away in their proper cases. I like to be surprised. You can't stand that.
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