Ok, we all know me as the Queen of Laundry, Washerwoman...and Fizzy Pop? I'm not to sure about that last one. However, laundry seems to dominate my life. Or at least it seems that way. Ok, it really does. However, the laundry does have a distant cousin that is just as obstinate and stubborn. Dishes. However, there are a few differences in their genetics. There are machines that are nearly required in this day and age to process your dirty clothes into clean ones. Heck there's even a machine to make them wear-ready and dry. If you don't own said machines there are little buildings everywhere that contain such machines for you to use at a small (sorta) price.

However, there are many different ways to handle the multiplication of dirty dishes. My personal favorite is to toss them...ala paper. However, that tends to get messy and expensive after a while. Everyone creates dishes in some form or another. I'm not as bad as the roomies as I am seldom home to eat and when I am home I'm usually munching on something disposable. When I do create dishes it's usually one item that I've cooked with. Although I do have a drinking problem (NOT the kind you think) and create oodles of glasses to wash from tea and milk and lemonade and juice and well you get the picture. My homestead is not so lucky as to have one of those machines that you just sticky dirty dishes in, add some soap, turn some knobs and some time later you get them back all clean. We are the sink, soap, water, and sponge kinda house. Thank goodness I don't do dishes....much. That's why I have roomies doncha know. They are the ones that almost always cook and eat at home since they really don't go anywhere except to visit parents. Well, and to get my mail at the post office on a regular basis. Ok, they also run to the store for me all the time since I'm a tad lazy to go when I get off work. Anyway...I digress from my story.

Sometimes I would be willing to give the middle toe on my right foot for a dishwasher. Though you still have to put the dang things away once they are clean. Needless to say, I have been home almost 4 hours and have managed to add two glasses beside the sink for someone to do later. Ok, and a knife and a cutting board. Wait, I'm telling on myself again. It probably won't be me! I trust them to wash the dishes, even if they don't put them away just like I would (blame my OCD there). However, it's their own fault really. The last time someone went to the store the store was out of my dish soap. And with my sensitivities I can't just use anything. (My hands and scalp are broke out in a rash to high heavens just in the search of a new shampoo and conditioner since Walmart quit carrying mine....again!). I don't trust anyone to really do my laundry right, as there is a fine art to laundry (again blame my OCD) but I do concede from time to time when I'm in a crunch. However, as I look around my home, and the near empty glass of ice tea that I must refill soon, I realize that laundry and dishes are equal in the amount of chaos they create. They both pile up while you aren't looking (I swear I think they breed!), they both refuse to do themselves, and they both are part of the many thankless and seemingly senseless tasks that people have to contend with on a regular basis. When they learn to do themselves life will be good! I'm still working on that training you know!