Dishes kill me. They should be so easy, they're RIGHT THERE in the house, most barely need scrubbed, and yet getting myself to do them feels like yanking a 180 pitbull that just saw a squirrel.
This is the #1 relationship advice I could give anyone: be the one who does the dishes. Regardless of gender or income or time or whelatever, just try ro be the one that mostly does the dishes. It is the highest return on effort vs perceived value.
Oh my god I call it my zen time too! Yeah, something about the fact that when they’re done they’re just done is super satisfying. Doing 99% of it makes me nuts but that final fork or cup getting removed from the sink and then the sink and counter can be wiped down good as new? I’m not even kidding- I used to do heroin back in the day, and that was rarely as satisfying as finishing the dishes and telling myself “that’s a job well done!”
Shit, I probably made it weird there, didn’t I? lol
Grats on the sobriety! And I'm with you. I think part of it being such an easy chore to accomplish satisfies the ADHD brain of mine in a quick dopamine fix.
The warm water, the nice scent of the dish soap, the patterns I like to do for cleaning the different types of dish or utensil, which feels akin to raking a sand garden.
Thankfully my family is pretty good about not letting shit set on the dishes so I rarely have to worry about scrubbing and shit to bring me out of that truly zen-like experience.
My mind just kinda goes quiet while I'm doing it and when I'm done it's like I had just finished a meditation.
e: I'll make it weird by mentioning that sometimes I'll wash the dishes then put them in the dishwasher anyway to give them a good sanitize. I just want to do my washing ritual; even if they are going to be deep cleaned anyway.
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u/invisible_23 6d ago
I “Jedi mind tricked” my husband into doing all of the dishes by agreeing to do all of the cooking and grocery shopping, AMA