The skills I learnt in medicine for compromise and triage come in very handy when trying to tackle a weeks worth of dishes in under 30 minutes. I realised it could only be achieved if I didn't wipe up (something I always realise no matter how many dishes there are as I so hate wiping up). If you don't wipe up you have to be able to achieve an engineering feat of height with the dishes you wash when you stack them in the drainer. Now wine glasses should never be involved in engineering feats of height, so I immediately discounted them from the dishes, they were not going to make the cut for getting clean on this run (they also on account of not being harder to wash up whether you leave them 7 or 14 days and never actually growing anything smelly are a low priority). I then stacked the dishwasher, cleaned the spare sink thoroughly so it could be used as overflow for the clean dishes and preceded. And I am very proud of today's feat. Clean dishes stacked wherever they could find space.
Matt is a scientist. If he had of been doing the dishes, he would have done the wine glasses. He would have wiped up as went, filling up the drainer, then drying the dishes in the same order he put them in so that the teatowel wouldn't get as wet because he'd do the ones that had been draining the longest first. He wouldn't have missed the dishes on the table he probably would have cleared the table. The benches and stove would be clean, he may have even done the grease trap things in the rangehood. If I didn't arrive home, he would look around at the beautiful perfect clean kitchen and realise now was a good time to make some new beef stock because he had sterilised the whole kitchen. By the time I got home there would be a new round of dishes to do.
Well Matthew and Xander must be nearly finished their 30 minute swimming lesson, so I will stop blogging and try and get the nappies ready for the day.
