Confession #3: The Dish

I am NO Suzie Homemaker! Sure, I do some chores around the house but I fight it every step of the way. But the chore I hate the most is dishes! I'm sure there's some psychological link as to why this is, like how my middle name used to be "The Dishwasher" when I was 5 years old, and how I used to break the insanely thin glasses my mother insisted we use every day. Or the crazy heavy Le Creuset pots and pans I had to clean and put away alongside the GLASS pans (seriously, who does this?!)

Oh, and when I say my name was The Dishwasher I don't mean I loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, I mean we had no actual dishwasher and I scrubbed and cleaned every one of those crazy things while standing on a step-stool from the age of 5 until I moved out...well, I guess until I got married (my husband took over the task if I did everything else...I thought it was a good bargain). 

Now don't get me wrong; I can clean with the best of them and get all crazy a la Hyperbole and a Half:

but I don't like it. I've even recruited my own 4 year old in on the scheme so he can find out what it feels like to be a slave to chores at such a ripe young age...of course he battles the hand vac and child-sized broom but I like my dishes and want to keep them in one piece. Passing on the therapy tradition or teaching him life skills? You decide, I've got some cleaning to do...