Do you know the right way to load a dishwasher? Wait, what? There’s a right way and wrong way? (If you didn’t know this I don’t think we can be friends.)
Hello my name is Cora and I have a dishwasher problem. Well, not really. Unless you consider compulsively reloading the dishwasher a problem. Ok, it’s a problem. I recently was watching a webinar for work and the presenter was basically saying that if you think there is a right way and wrong way to load the dishwasher you might be a touch OCD. Hmm…nah…not me.
We have a nanny and in addition to making sure Lovey gets to school and Kitten doesn’t scale the kitchen counters (again) she has light household duties. Including doing the dishes. That should address my “problem”. Not exactly. Now, every night, I redo the work she’s already done to make it better. Seriously. I pay this woman to load my dishwasher and then I redo it. But it’s not just the nanny. I reload the dishes Honey does too. I’m beginning to see this as a little bit ridiculous.
Here’s the thing. I don’t even like to do dishes. I do like a clean sink. As a mom there’s nothing like walking into the kitchen and seeing shiny stainless steel instead of cereal bits and dirty plates. It helps to bring some calm to the chaos. In order to ensure a clean sink at the end of the day the dishes need to be loaded correctly.
Translation: load them in such a way as to fit as much as possible into every square inch of space therefore not requiring an additional load of dishes.
Because I’m the only one who seems to like it this way, I reload. I used to think it was my little secret until I realized that the nanny also UN-loads the dishwasher so she sees that I have rearranged everything she put in. I like my utensils pointed down Thank You Very Much. She must think some crazy thoughts about me. Can you imagine the conversation with her friends? (Although who am I kidding: I can’t a rate that highly in the social conversation of a 23 year old) Whatev.
My point of sharing this little tidbit about me is not to seek a solution to my madness, quite the opposite. I know there are others like me out there. Admit it. You too enjoy the look of a clean sink and an organized diswasher. Show yourselves. Obsessive dishwasher loaders of America (the world?) unite!
Epilogue: AHA! Busted. The other night it was Honey’s turn to do dishes and I watched him…wait for it…reload! It’s not just me! Maybe I’m not crazy.