You know, I don’t like to complain. At least not out loud. Okay… at least not often. But things have gotten bad around here so I feel like I have to speak up. See this pile sitting in my teeny, tiny kitchen?
Yep, that pile greets me every day. It doesn’t matter what I cook for dinner or how often I clean dishes as I go, I still have that Same. Exact. Pile. (notice the emphasis)
Having a pile of unwashed dishes isn’t in itself a bad thing. It’s only bad if you have no way to wash them. In fact, it used to not bother me at all but that was before I started cooking and before I actually had a lot of dirty dishes. It was also before having a baby who generates a new dirty bottle every three hours. (A baby whom I wouldn’t give up for all the dishwashers in the world, by the way.)
But these dishes don’t wash themselves which means that the task falls to me (even though the CPA graciously helps when he’s home). Part of the “charm ” of living in an older home is the absence of modern appliances such as a dishwasher. Most of the houses around here just don’t have them as they were mostly built in the 1930s. Come to think of it, I guess I should count myself fortunate that we at least have running water. But really – if you have running water, is it that much of a leap to think you could have a dishwasher too?
I guess it is.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a pile of dishes to wash…
So that I can find at least some small measure of comfort, I want to ask if you have a dishwasher at home (I’m hoping that there are others of us out there also sporting the pruned-hand look). Do you wash all the dishes or do you share the responsibility?