Do I get extra points for my first double letter day? I feel like I should. Anyway, somehow there always seems to be at least one dirty dish in my sink. If I'm being honest, it's more like 20 dirty dishes in my sink. Ugh!!! I am not lucky enough to have a dishwasher, so that leaves me as the dishwasher of the house. I surely can't wait until Walter is old enough to help me with the dishes for a chore. We had grand plans for putting a dishwasher in when we bought our house, but then we realized the kitchen wasn't quite big enough. Really it meant we were going to have to take out cupboards and we really had no idea how to do such things, so we just scratched the idea all together.
I hate, hate, HATE doing dishes. I think I hate doing dishes more than any other household chore. I can't even explain it. Once I get going and get the whole process underway, I don't even mind it. It's something about getting the gusto to start, I just can't ever seem to find the motivation. This isn't something that started when I became an adult and was responsible for my own clean house. I have hated doing dishes for as long as I can remember. Here's proof...
One of the homes I lived in as a child was down the road from a doll store. I'm not talking about just any doll store, it was the creme de la creme of doll shops! My sister and I loved going in there and looking at the dolls, the clothing, the doll houses, everything. It was the summer of 1992 and my sister and I were longing to hold one of the dolls in our arms and call it our own. So, my dad made a deal with us - if we did the dishes every night ALL the summer long after dinner we could pick out any doll in the store. Well, night one came and we did the dishes. Sister did the actually cleaning and I did the rinsing. Day one ... check. Day two came along and apparently I had already had enough. I'm sure I cried and complained, said it wasn't fair and that it was too hard! Dad didn't care. I only made it one day! In retrospect, I feel pretty good about that knowing how I feel about dishes to this day. My sister stuck to her guns and did the dishes every single night and she got to pick out a doll. They weren't cheap dolls, so I bet my dad was pretty glad he didn't have two committed dish washing daughters!!! That doll is still floating around my mom's house, but she has had a haircut or two by this point and is looking pretty rough.
See - I told you I have always hated the dishes. If the motivation of picking out a doll that cool couldn't get me to like dishes .. I'm convinced that nothing ever will.
Do you hate doing dishes as much as I do?
p.s. I didn't proof read at all, it was a busy day and it's quite late. Sorry.