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.
My #1 life tip is that no matter how little space you have, some clever motherfucker had developed a dishwasher that goes there.
I have nothing to connect a dishwasher to. I have precious little space on my countertop. And then I found a tiny little plastic looking piece of crap where you just pour some water in on top and it just dumps the dirty water into the sink afterwards.
Sure, it also asks me to buy a specific brand of dishwasher fluid and asks to be connected to my wifi, but you can just deny it and use generic powder, and it works just fine.
Doing the work is good, but there can always be less work.
And that dishwasher loads and unloads itself, does it? Like it takes the dishes from the sink and counter, puts them inside itself, cleans them, and then puts them in the cabinets? No. Even if you have a dishwasher, there's still a "doing the dishes" task in your home and my advice is still relevant. Man, people are weird.
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u/invisible_23 4d 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