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?
To answer your question, the answer is probably but none comes to the top of my head. Your story-eeks! I feel like you are justified to feel the way you do about washing the dishes. Good job to delegate- moms shouldn´t do everything anyway!
ReplyDeleteI do the dishes in our house. I don’t even think about it. It has to be done and I do it. We have a dishwasher but only tend to use it if we have company and there are far more dishes than usually is the case.
ReplyDeleteMy mother had 3 kids and we took turns doing dinner dishes. I didn't enjoy it and sometimes my brother conned my father into me doing them on his day. It made me so mad.
ReplyDeleteOh goodness, I can definitely understand why you loathe the dishes. I feel the same way — though I don’t have a reason quite like yours, it’s just one of those chores I truly despise. I usually have to turn on worship music really loud to help me get through it, and it makes it feel a little less like a chore
ReplyDeleteI hear you! A similar thing happened to me as a young mother. When I put my hand and the dish cloth into the drinking glass it broke which I did not feel through the hot water or the glass. The pieces separated and cut a big gash into my palm. It stayed with me a long time, and your post reminded me of that again. So many chores I needed to do each day were impacted, or I learned to do them one handed, LOL. Today in our Tiny House, dishes are washed up to 3 times a day, more often if I am working on recipe development.
ReplyDeleteI've never had a physical injury from broken glass, but I have had an emotional trauma. I was at the hairdresser when my security system alarm alerted me that there was a broken glass warning at our house. I thought someone must be breaking in so I phoned my neighbor and asked them to walk around the house but there was nothing. No idea what triggered the alarm until I got home and found that a shelf had fallen down (those little anchor things under the shelf are NOT very secure) and there was a mound of broken glass on the kitchen floor - all our glasses!
ReplyDeleteYep, that's happened to us before. Alec has had it happen a few times at work too; either him or someone else. Thank goodness he's not as squeamish as me around blood since I tend to get lightheaded when I see lots of blood.
ReplyDeleteOh gosh I can understand your hatred of dishes. Dealing with broken glass is no fun. I get the job of dishes as Hubby does most of the cooking but we do have a dishwasher.
ReplyDeleteNo, I don't have a story, but my brother and I always reminded our parents... when I left home, Mom got a dishwasher, and when I brother left home, our dad got a riding mower. My two little sisters have no idea how easy they had it!! LOL It was sure nice of your friends to change their holiday plans so you could enjoy time with them. xo
ReplyDeleteI can totally understand. I am not squeamish about blood, unless it's my own. Then it's 3-2-1-faint!
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Oh my goodness! I hope you have lots of help with this necessary chore.
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