Dishes, Naturally Spawning In Houses
In my house, my sister and I have to alternate monthly between chores. This month, I have the downstairs area of my house, which includes the kitchen. Everyone’s always running back and forth in the kitchen, either to get food, make food, or just stare into the open fridge until it starts beeping and the ice dispenser freezes over.
I’m a very lazy person, so I don’t like doing chores at all. However, my parents have me do them in preparation for when I get my own place to live at. At least, that’s their argument.
Whenever I do dishes, I always assume that everyone just puts their dishes in the sink, like a respectable person, but then I remember that respectable isn’t hip anymore. I would clear out the sink of its dirty dishes and load up the dishwasher.
Then on my way up the stairs, I hear the call of my mom as she brings news of a sink full of dirty dishes, 2 minutes after I’ve already loaded the dishwasher. Apparently, there were dishes left out on the counters and all over the house that I didn’t pick up and wash.
I don’t really mind cleaning at all, wiping off counters, sweeping and mopping, cleaning the toilet, but dishes build a special concoction of confusion. I would listen to what my parents say and look on the counters and throughout the house for any dirty dishes and wash them.
But when I think it’s all over, when the sponge has been squeezed out of the soap and water used to scrub so many tough stains from left out trays by someone else’s cooking, somehow, through the power of literal summoning, and dark magic, there exists a pile of dirty dishes, left from my mom cleaning out the fridge, eager to be scrubbed cleaned and put through the dishwasher.
I wouldn’t call my mom a wizard, but she’ll always pull out more dirty dishes like it’s literal magic. She also helps out sometimes when I’m at school, but I feel guilty knowing I could’ve taken the time to do them. And considering that I’m at school for most of my day, expect me to be confused with what happened at my house for there to be dirty dishes that fill both sides of my sink and extend to the counter.
Unloading the dishwasher and cleaning the bathroom aren’t really a problem for me at all, since I rarely break any dishes at all (even though the dishwasher itself breaks dishes sometimes). I guess I really do expect things to play out in a certain pattern, as I have to do dishes and clean off the counters daily.
So the reason I hate doing dishes the most, is because of the unpredictability of dishes popping up around the house, and me not being prepared for the unexpected.
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As someone who used to do dishes during the quarantine times, I can relate. The way my mom would yell at me to do the dishes even though I just did them for like a couple minutes of them which is kinda corrupt. Sometimes I would have to do them the next day because of my family using a lot of dishes. They really do pop up out of nowhere and hit you in the face.
ReplyDeleteGood to know I’m not the only one who has to deal with this. I would wash the dishes, go upstairs to do something else, and then come back down to more dirty dishes even though I was sure that no one ate anything. I also agree that cleaning isn’t all that bad. I actually find cleaning to be rewarding and fun at times.
ReplyDeleteMan I cannot imagine having a big family and having to do all the dishes, pretty much it’s just an only child situation with my brother in college now. I also totally get the whole people leaving dishes/cups somewhere and only bringing it after you're literally done with everything almost as if it was to spite you.
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