Okay, I know it’s petty but I’ve got to talk about it for a minute. Just a minute.
Dishes.
First of all, it’s ridiculously difficult to wash the dishes, wash A dish, when there’s a one year old climbing in and out of the dishwasher. We are always on a backward schedule of dish cycles, where I have to unload to reload to make room in the kitchen to even make dinner.
Second of all, what exactly does my husband DO when he runs the dishwasher? I have yet to spy on his setting choices, and the amount of soap he uses, but every time I open the dishwasher after he’s run the cycle the dishes are sweaty. Not like dripping wet cause the wash just finished and they haven’t had a chance to dry BUT RATHER cold sweat I just puked up my breakfast, my lunch, and then my dinner and I’m clammy all over. This doesn’t truly describe it though. You have to imagine a dirty sweat, with bits of food all over you. Does he not rinse appropriately before loading the dishes? Does he forget to actually USE the detergent (this has been my theory for a while, but I keep giving him credit – can you really forget the soap EVERY time?). Is the dishwasher just playing tricks on me, trying to irk me? I mean, it’s not hard to send my mood into acid-reflux, but COME ON!
I literally have to remove half of the dishes and rinse them off and leave them on the drying rack. The other half I just put away and hope I forget what they ever looked and smelled like the next time I pull them out of the cabinets for the kids to use. Yes, I eat out of the dog’s bowl because I imagine it much cleaner. I mean, I know where my dog’s mouth has been. My kids? That’s totally different.
Let me be clear. These dishes make me think of sweaty balls after a hike in the woods during a camping trip where the only semblance of bathing is the murky pond at the end of the trail. Okay, now who wants to think about that?
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Well, loading the dishwasher is one thing J does well. It’s the dishes that need to be hand washed that he won’t touch.
But the sweaty balls. Ewww.
And I totally get the reverse cycle thing. How do you get out of that? Paper plates for two meals per day? Ugh.
…soooo gross.
Speaking of gross, when my husband does the dishes he always leaves like three things in the sink and all of the food particles.
WE HAVE A GARBAGE DISPOSAL.
HELLO?
I mean, yes, I appreciate that he did the dishes. But I really hate the smell of the kitchen in the morning.
Ugh, I’m always behind on the dishes too. If I can get them unloaded first thing in the morning, we’re pretty good about putting dirty ones right in the dishwasher, but otherwise… forget about it. I guess I should just be more thankful I don’t have sweaty balls dishes most days.