Messy Me Makeover Day 4
First, let’s be real – it’s a lot more fun to WRITE about [not] doing dishes than it is to actually DO the dishes. And full disclosure, I don’t even take care of most of the dishes around here. My amazing husband does. We’ve been married 18 years and in that time we’ve settled into a rhythm; he does the dishes and I do the laundry, both piles of dirty things that replenish themselves automatically.
His job is consuming though, with long days and additional travel in the spring and fall. So I do need to step up sometimes beyond the simple part of clearing and washing the island counter (something I actually like to do). This was one of those times in July when we’d been busy with other stuff all weekend and by Monday it was out of control.
I shared the before photo on Facebook. I wanted to publicly register my official protest to life’s messes, a cry for help as if my kitchen was demanding forced labor against my will. (PSA: Forced labor is a REAL problem in the world. I, however, am only a victim of my own demise.) My friends’ comments in response were encouraging and supportive, which is also what I needed. So I worked and made a dent in it at least, sharing another photo later in the afternoon.
It was an improvement but honestly it wasn’t until 3 days later that our kitchen finally looked presentable again. My husband had left on a camping trip with our daughter, and I got re-energized to get some stuff done around the house while they were gone. I felt so good about it that I took a true after pic (I know, I know, to you really organized clean people, this looks very cluttered still – remember, it’s all relative).
It’s hard. It just is. I really am trying to learn something during this Messy Me Makeover, though, so on Day 1 of this challenge (Oct. 1) I set out to do an experiment. My marvelous hubby had already washed the mountainous pile of dishes the night before, but there were so many that the clean dishes not only filled the dishwasher, but also the dish rack and counter.
I decided to actually time how long it would take me to put the kitchen back together while my family was out for the day. I posted the before pic on Instagram and my daughter made me laugh with her comment.
- put away clean dishes from counter, dish rack, and dish washer (thank you for washing all these, Nate!)
- organize cupboards and drawers in the process for anything that’s currently in the wrong place and make sure everything gets into its right place (anyone else create systems that some in the family don’t quite follow as much as you’d like?)
- scrub dishes that still have stubborn food residue and put in rack to dry (disdain for “clean” dishes that aren’t deserves its own post…)
- load new dirty dishes into dishwasher rather than leave them in the sink (because while this seems obvious, we’re terrible.)
- wash down counter top (yay, I love getting to this point!)
- sweep floor (why not, I was on a roll.)
It felt great! I was surprised that I got so much done in a reasonable amount of time – it didn’t take me all day. Day 1 was a great start to the Messy Me Makeover, right? Well…
Today is Day 4. And since Sunday afternoon, no one has added more dirty dishes to the dishwasher. Instead, it’s Wednesday and they’re all piled up again. So here’s what’s staring at me since this morning.
That sink? Overflowing and smelly.
Those plates in the center of the counter? Congealed ketchup.
See post from Day 2. It’s a real thing and I dislike it.
This is the reason that doing dishes never truly feels like a win. Because even though I had a sense of accomplishment a few days ago, I am back to looking at another gross mess again.
Tomorrow’s a new day!
- Day 3 – Disdain for Dishes Part 2 (A story about Dad)
- Day 5 – Disdain for Dishes Part 4 (The Last Scraps)