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I’m the opposite, though I remember quite vividly flipping out as a young teenager because I hated being assigned the dishwasher daily. I definitely still hate the chaos of it, but having wet/soapy/rashy hands and a sore lower back come with washing dishes and I don’t care for that either.
The biggest issue in my household is that I clean the house daily, cook 6 out of 7 days per week, and I load/unload the dishwasher once or twice each day. Yet the following day comes along I almost always find myself hand-washing the damn pots anyway because my wife couldn’t set aside ten minutes of her previous day to clean them. It’s as though she has a cleaning disability. I still love her, though, and she’s a great mom.
I’m the opposite, though I remember quite vividly flipping out as a young teenager because I hated being assigned the dishwasher daily. I definitely still hate the chaos of it, but having wet/soapy/rashy hands and a sore lower back come with washing dishes and I don’t care for that either.
The biggest issue in my household is that I clean the house daily, cook 6 out of 7 days per week, and I load/unload the dishwasher once or twice each day. Yet the following day comes along I almost always find myself hand-washing the damn pots anyway because my wife couldn’t set aside ten minutes of her previous day to clean them. It’s as though she has a cleaning disability. I still love her, though, and she’s a great mom.
A lot of us are dish challenged 🥲
It’s good that this doesn’t create a discord in your love