Dishes

I admit, today, that I have a problem.

I usually forget to rinse out my dishes before I put them in the sink.

There has been a dish washer in my house since I was little, 

but the house Tyler and I live in doesn't have room for one.

You know what that means, right?

Hand washing the dishes.

Bleh.

I hate it.

When we got married, I told Tyler that I had never really hand washed dishes before.

He told me not to worry because he was a pro at it.

He said he would always wash them.

That was before he knew my problem.

Every time he washed the dishes he would call me into the kitchen.

Babe, hey, watch this..

He would proceed to put my dish under the faucet and rinse it out.

See? It's not that hard to rinse your dishes out.

I would smile and express my understanding, and assure him that I would wash them out from that point on.

Sadly, I couldn't break my habit.

Or maybe I could have.

Maybe I subconsciously decided not to because he continued to wash the dishes, regardless of my rinsing abilities.

But alas, about 2 months ago,

the day came when my husband said,

Autumn, it's your turn.

 What?

Nooooooooo.

And then, there was a strike.

Tyler didn't wash the dishes,

I didn't wash the dishes,

No one washed the dishes.

We were in a dish stand off for about a week.

Tyler wanted me to cave and wash the dishes

but I wanted him to cave first.

Finally, he caved.

I walked into the kitchen and he was standing in front of the sink.

He was moving all of the dishes to one side of the sink so he could fill the other side with soapy water.

I stood at a distance and watched quietly as I smiled.

He was moving the very last dish (my cereal bowl from 1 week prior) over,

and as it passed under his nose....

He began dry heaving, ran out the kitchen door....and continued the heaving.

Apparently the milk had curdled.

Regardless of how hard and how much I laughed,

I felt terrible.

After that, I willingly started washing the dishes.

I even rinsed mine out before I put them in the sink!

This went on for, well, it went on until 1 week ago.

Last week, we had another stand off.

And yesterday, I was the one who caved.

I caved because there was a funky smell coming from the sink.

So one by one, I moved all of the dishes to one side of the sink.

An upside down mixing bowl appeared to be the last dish to move over.

I picked the bowl up...

and I began to dry heave.

I'm dry heaving right now just thinking about it..

When I picked up the bowl, 

I found the source of the funk.

Apparently 1 week ago, I didn't finish all of my fruity pebbles.

And apparently I just sat the soggy pebbles and milk in the sink.

After 1 week of incubation (thanks to the mixing bowl)

The result was a green/white gelatin-like blob.

I would describe the smell as a cross between diarrhea, rotten milk, cat pee, and Tyler's farts.

I hate washing dishes,

but I hate finding unidentified smelly things in my sink and dry heaving, more.

Therefore, from now on, I will ALWAYS rinse my dishes before I put them in the sink.

Yes, Tyler, I said it.