Dirty dishes have always been a contentious issue between YA and me. She has a much higher tolerance for dishes in the sink than I do; particularly I don’t like coming down in the morning to dirty dishes. For several years, if YA leaves dishes in the sink overnight, then when I come down in the morning, I yell up the stairs and she has to come down and do them. This is no fun for anybody but it does work pretty well as a dish pile-up deterrent. Of course it doesn’t do anything about dishes that accumulate during the day.
When I started working from home back in March, I was assuming (like many others) that covid would have run its course by the fall. I decided that as my gift to household peace, I would just do all the dishes during shelter-in-place. Fretting about dishes just didn’t seem like a good vibe to add to an already bad scenario. I’ve had a couple of times said to YA that I didn’t want to feel taken advantage of and every now and then she does belly up to the sink on her own, but for the most part, I’ve washed every single dish that has been dirtied here since March 15.
Now that covid hasn’t gone away and we are all still sheltering-in-place, I’m thinking maybe I need to re-negotiate my dish-pan hands situation.