I FUCKING HATE DISHES. with a fucking passion.
YES. i have a dishwasher. BUT, i also have a crazy brain that was raised in the house where we washed the dishes before we washed the dishes. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
i've never been in the "rinsing it mostly off is fine" camp. i'm FIRMLY in the "there shouldn't be a speck of anything on it, use the scrubber WITH SOAP to get it clean before you load" person.
dishwashers are for sanitizing, not cleaning.
COME AT ME.
anyway, you can see why doing dishes is obnoxious. they take forever. especially in a house where *ahem* certain people *side eye at teenager (and myself)* don't always rinse off their dishes when they're done with them, then they sit by the sink until i force myself to do them, and by then things are dried on. and then doing dishes REALLY sucks.
yes, i know, simple problem, simple solution. we've been working on it since my first apartment 20 years ago.
when it was just me making dishes because my oldest was only 9 months...
shut it.
ANYWAY. long story longer, the point of all this is i finally had a break through this morning in shifting the perspective a bit.
there were a LOT of dishes this week.
but wait, there were a lot of dishes THIS WEEK. that means we were eating at home this week more. which means we were eating healthier foods instead of drive through.
oh...and huh. look at that. i'm in a really good mood, up early on a saturday morning making breakfast and washing dishes.
huh.
it's almost like eating better makes my mood better and gives me more energy and makes my quality of life better.
well. THIS IS BRAND NEW INFORMATION.
so. you know. maybe doing dishes isn't so bad. maybe dishes aren't quite the arch-nemesis i've always thought of them as.
maybe dishes and i can be friends.
you know. turn up the music, teenager ALWAYS disappears, so nice alone time...dishes and i may just be good friends.
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