Why I absolutely hate washing dishes!

I’ve always been honest about my dislikes but the number one thing I really, truly hate doing around the house is washing the dishes. I am not lazy and I like to think I pull my weight around the house. I do just about everything and more than I probably should but washing dishes, that is my personal battlefield and it’s not because I’m lazy. Everyone hates washing dishes but for me it’s more than just a mild annoyance. It’s full blown hatred and my hatred comes with a backstory so dramatic it could be a teen horror movie with blood and trauma. lol

It all began one evening after tea when I was about 15 years old. I was washing the dishes, doing what I was told, for once! I can’t even remember what we had for tea but I do remember that it was the 1st of April, April fools day because my brother and I had been on top form trying to pull pranks all day. There was the sink, the bubbles and hot water. I put a few glasses in the sink to soak for a few seconds and we guess a glass cracked with the hot water and as I put my hand in and turned the sponge in the glass the glass shattered and sliced my hand! There was blood everywhere, I was screaming and my brother was shouting to my mam saying "Kim's bleeding to death", dramatic as always but my mother didn't believe us. We had been trying to prank her all day, if I was her I wouldn't believe us either. My dad came in from walking the dog just at the right time and sprung into action, grabbing a towel, wrapping it around my hand and shouting he was taking me to hospital.

The cut on my hand was bad but not as bad as it seemed in the kitchen. When blood mixed with the water from washing the dishes it looked like a lot more blood. It was still bad to 15 year old me, I had an x-ray to check there wasn't any glass in the wound and it was steri-stripped together and I had a huge bandage on my hand. They weren't keen on stitching it as it was right on the knuckle of my index finger. I spent the Easter holidays from school not going swimming with friends. Hmmf but thankfully they changed their plans for me and we had cinema trips and hung around the park.

The scar on my hand doesn't look like much. I used to hate it but now it's just part of me.

Ever since then dishes have been my nemesis. It’s not just about the danger. I’m still a bit cautious around glass but it’s the memory. Every time I see a sink full of dirty dishes I sigh, if there’s a way to avoid washing dishes I will take it. Every single time! Here’s the kicker: we don’t even have a dishwasher so that means every plate, every mug, every pan needs to be washed by hand and more often than not by girls hands! My girls are the designated dish washers now and while they roll their eyes sometimes I get my peace of mind.

A lot of people say it’s just dishes, get over it but it’s never just dishes when you’ve got a story attached to them. Every time I reach for a sponge, my mind flashes back. So there you have it, my lifelong, ongoing and completely justified hatred of washing dishes. 

Have you had any silly accidents that have put you off doing every day things?