My dishwasher is my arch-nemesis…really

I seriously love me a clean house.  It absolutely makes my day to know that everything is in order, clean and right where it should be.  I’ve mentioned in the past that I’m horrible not-so-great-at all things outside…but housecleaning is a completely different story.

The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is clean my house.  The last thing I do before I go to bed at night is clean my house.  (I’m still trying to figure out how my house gets all dirty again after we all go to sleep.  Hmmm.)  Honestly, the main thing I do throughout the entire day is somehow clean my house.  In all actuality and in spite of a teensy bit of complaining, I really don’t mind.  I get a lot of satisfaction out of cleaning my house.  In fact, I kind of love it all.  I know…sick. 

Folding laundry?  Check.  Mopping floors?  Check.  (By the way, have you checked out the Mr. Clean Mop, yet?)  Dusting?  Check.  (Thank you microfiber cloths).  Vacuuming rugs?  Check.  Loading the dishwasher?  Super-check!  There is just something about sending a dirty plate into this magical little machine and trading it out for a sparkling clean plate.  Love it.

Unloading the frickin’ dishwasher?  No, thank you!  I ABSOLUTELY DETEST emptying out a clean dishwasher.  I approach this job with so much loathing that I actually have to talk myself into it.  Half the time some of the dishes aren’t even clean (now granted, if I spent more than $1.41 on my dishwasher detergent this may not be such a problem).   Oh, and this one really bugs me.  Sometimes one of the cups on the top shelf overturns, full of murky water, and has proceeded to spill down onto the bottom rack.  Or, if you’re really super lucky, your husband threw in a couple of really dirty plates he was hiding in the deep recesses of his desk while the wash cycle was still in process.  And now you’ve got some hardened cheese baked on to some of your dishes that no self-respecting scrubbie can even touch!  And don’t even get me started on putting away silverware…

I’m really trying to get a grip on this part of my daily duties.  Every time I hear that familiar whir of the dishwasher signifying it’s “time to unload” I visibly shiver.  I even tried to pass the job off to my hubby.  But that unleashed a whole Pandora’s box of new problems.  Miscellaneous dishes, bowls and tupperware were squeezed into any available space deep inside my cupboards.  That man worked under a system that I can’t, for the life of me, decipher!  So, I took the job back at least knowing I could actually find the cereal bowls with…well, the cereal bowls.

Well, I’m off to unload the dishwasher.  It’s been staring at me all day long, taunting me with clean dishes.  Besides, my daughter used the last fork to eat her Lucky Charms this morning.  I really have no other choice at this point. 

Love to all, Mindy

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