I am the resident dishwasher. I don’t like washing dishes, silverware and pots/pans, etc. Every now and then someone else wears that hat and I get a little break. Most people do dishes right after dinner. I don’t always get them done the same night. Sometimes I wait till the next day just before I prepare dinner.
One of my avoidance strategies is to tell my family (after a medical appointment) that the doctor’s orders include not doing dishes or lifting anything heavy. Depending on the nature of the doctor’s visit, they might believe me. Other times, we just laugh. It becomes ridiculously funny when I try use this strategy after a dental cleaning.
My husband and I laugh a lot. I can recall many times that I suggested a new project and he casually chimed in with, “Yeah, in your spare time…are the dishes done?” The dishes are never done, of course. There’s always something in the sink, right?
I consciously work on my attitude regarding acts of service. That’s what the dishes do for me. The pile in or around the sink is a reminder that I’m blessed with family to love and care for. I recognize that not everyone has nor wants people to cook and clean for and I respectfully say, “to each their own”. Today, this is part of my journey. While I sit at my desk writing, I hear the dishes calling me. I am humbled and blessed.
