I come from a lower middle class family. We had minimal stuff. Growing up…we had just enough stuff at home for a family of 5. Almost like in the case of “The Three Bears” home. Even they were fortunate enough, to each have a bed to themselves. We had to share at home.
In the kitchen, we had 5 plates in the plates rack, 4 very small ones and then a larger one, for the Papa Bear, and then, there was a spare one, that was bigger. I guess it was for those days that, we had a guest? Not sure. Maybe it was GrandPapa Bears’.
Then, there were about 4 small steel tumblers and I think a couple of bigger ones, that was for Papa Bear, my Dad, of course. The spoons was the most enviable part. I don’t remember having more than 6 spoons in the kitchen.
I grew up and one day, I got married. I had my first chance at having my own dishes and spoons et all. It had felt awesome to get that first Oneida set of 16, spoons, forks and knives. It had felt even exciting to receive another set for a gift. I used to take care of them very gently. I never put them through the agony of going through a wash in the dishwasher. They were well preserved. They were my Silverware!
Then the kids came along and so many more spoons and forks and knives came along. Colored, metal, and, as the little Bears grew up, the colored ones disappeared, well, most of them. The metallics remained. Some had long handles and small pretty face, perfect for deserts and ice creams, while another set had this huge round bowl face…so perfect for soups, some were small all over, and so many more.
In the course of bringing up 4 children, I lost count of the cutlery, we had. I knew it had filled up the whole draw at one point. I gave up on checking if all of them belonging to a set, were in there. A few times, I caught myself throwing a disposable bowl in the trash along with a spoon from a set.
Well, those were the times I recovered them. I’m sure, there must have been times when I must not have noticed too. The kids could have added to that effort too.
Still, In every face, I did keep up my practice of not putting my cutlery through the torture of having to face the dishwasher. Even on the days when I’d been dead tired, when Hubby dear had loaded the dishwasher for me, I had requested him to leave my SKF alone. I mean, the spoons, knives and forks. That I ‘d take care of them in the morning. But, he’d never remember and they would end up taking on the dishwasher’s wrath. Come out still looking unwashed.
Today, I’ve given up..Now my children had joined in to add to the misery. Now, there’s more confusion than there was before…I hand wash stuff and put them in the dishwasher to dry…the kids will come and in an effort to help me…they’ll rinse stuff in the sink and load them with the others, into the dishwasher…and it hasn’t been turned on yet…Ok.
Now, Hubby dear comes…with the intention of helping OFCOURSE, he unloads the dishwasher and puts the washed & unwashed vessels in their respective cabinets.
I’ve been trying hard to bring a discipline to this chore of dishwashing that has totally gone haywire. My washed dishes…mixed with the dishes the kids put in the washer , and all of them..are put back in the cabinets.
None of us are in sync!
Now, I have to wash all the dishes in every rack, in every cabinet, to fix this.
To add salt to my wounds…Hubby dear has found a new use of my precious cutlery. He is using them as can openers?! or as a wedge to open tight lids?! Well…he must be having some good intention…I told myself when I saw a fork in this condition.
He has even managed to put my delicate spoon through the insinkerator! We use the kind, that needs one to put a lid like switch on the garbage disposer, to turn ON. I mean, how careful can one get with the Insinkerator?!
After a few times of this..After broken plates and bowls…I have come to the point that I don’t need anybody’s help! So, people of my home, I am so happy with your intention to help me…only, I find dishwashing is a chore that brings so much joy to me..
To that end, I request all of you to KEEP OFF (I am screaming here!) from washing any dishes in my home.
Somehow…the art of DELEGATION…never seems to work at home. Its back to square one.