The scene: after dinner, Brad is cleaning up and loading the dishwasher, I am helping to clear the table and generally cleaning up the kitchen for the night
Me: hon' - these need to be rinsed a bit more before they go in the dishwasher
Brad: the dishwasher will get them clean!
Me: we don't have a garbage disposal feature in our dishwasher like your parents and my sister...the dishwasher doesn't get them clean - it just makes them hot!
Brad: Fine - I will rinse them. Are you going to rearrange all the dishes in the dishwasher while I do it?
Me: Well, I am just trying to get the plastic stuff off the bottom rack. We now have no Tupperware pitchers left because you put them on the bottom rack and they melted.
Brad: that had nothing to do with them being on the bottom rack! And why are you completely rearranging the entire dishwasher?
Me: Because you can't pack dishes in so close that the water can't even get in between the dishes.
Brad: Fine! From now on, you can load the dishwasher! I'm done!
Me: awesome....meet you here tomorrow night...same time...same argument?
Brad: It's a date!
(Note: I understand that I am very lucky to have a husband that will load the dishwasher...or so I am told....I kinda believe it is a part of the equitable distribution of work in a family and wouldn't be married to a man who WOULDN'T load the dishwasher...but for those of you who are about to tell me that I am just lucky to have a husband who will do the dishes...there ya go!)
celia
I cannot even list the atrocities committed by my husband as I am currently too pregnant to go to our basement and do laundry. A partial list would include: my cashmere sweater( washed on hot with towels and jeans), our son's really costly bathing suit that was a present ( ALSO washed on hot with a mixed bag of everything), MY bathing suit( ALSO washed on hot with random everything) a glittery Christmas placement that turned up in a drawer and my husband threw it in( yes....with GLITTER) with everything. I have lost count of how many times I have explained that you can't cram the washer and that some things must be separated and BLAH BLAH we will all be naked by the time the baby gets here.
Gail K
Hi, my name is Gail. (Hi Gail) and this is why I drink wine (beer, gin, cooking sherry, vanilla extract etc.) ALL OF THE ABOVE and the fact that I get blamed because he doesn't possess the common sense God gave turtles.
April Hurst via Facebook
why I load the dishwasher and my husband unloads it 🙂
Stacey V
It's reverse at our house. I refuse to load the dishwasher because hubby rearranges every time. Even if I put in 1 piece of silverware in he will find a reason to move it.
Lindabnc
Mindi,
I know you live in my neighborhood, but when did you get in my kitchen to hear me and my husband discuss the dishwasher????
Same exact thing here..... I rinse, he doesn't...he puts dishes in dishwasher, I rearrange... But I love my hubby!!!
Mindi Cherry
LOL! I'm glad to see that it isn't just me! 😉
Sandra Cuypers via Facebook
The last time I ask the hubs to unload the dishwasher then left the room only to return a few minutes later to find 2 full racks of dishes sittingin the middle of the kitchen... the dishwasher was unloaded... ggrrrr!!
Jan
Heh, the joys of dishwasher Tetris! My guys will load it, and know to put plastic on the top rack, but when it starts to get pretty full, they call in the spatial-orientation expert (me) to make sure that every last thing that will fit in there gets in. Unloading is another story ... DS is allergic to it, and DH still isn't sure where everything goes, although we've lived in this house 15 years. 😉
Lorraine Wetherald
Part of my husband's job was also to unload the dishwasher, so he could see for himself what happened when he did, or did not do, certain things. Took less than a week and I didn't have to say a word.