Have I told you all how much I hate dishes? I mean seriously HATE them. My most dreaded household chore. I would rather fold and iron laundry for 8 hours than do one load of dishes. I don't know what it is. And I always feel like I can skip a day. Well, we have 3 spoons and 2 bowls left. That's enough for breakfast tomorrow if I rinse out one of the bowls. Yeah, that sounds good. I'll DEFINATELY do them tomorrow. After breakfast. And shower. And pre-school. Well, can't we just have pizza for lunch? That doesn't require any dishes. I'll do them after lunch. I PROMISE.
Consequently, this procrastinating means I always have a TON of dishes to do. Both sinks are full. Maybe this is why I hate it? You're probably thinking, "Why doesn't she just load them when they get dirty? Do a little at a time?"
Well, I would, except my house is older and wasn't built for a dishwasher. There's not enough under-the-counter space to put one in. We do have a portable dishwasher, though, and it's what I use. It's really not a big deal. It hides nicely in the water heater closet, and I just wheel it when I need to do the dishes. (Yes, it's as classy as it sounds.)
So I don't have easy access to the dishwasher from the sink. The dirty dishes sit in the sink until we're absolutely desperate for dishes and I will myself to do them.
So. Back to the thing I need a freakin' AWARD for. On Monday I made chicken noodle soup. Make the noodles from scratch, the whole bit. It's really good and one of my favorite things about cooler weather. We finished it off on Monday, and the pot's been sitting with the lid on it since then. It's so big that I never have room to put it in the dishwasher. Dishes we use more often take precedence, since I always wait till they're all dirty to wash them.
The little bit of soup that was sitting in the pot has been fermenting since MONDAY NIGHT. I didn't realize how bad it would be. This was probably the rankest smelling leftover ANYTHING I've ever gotten a whiff of. And I've smelt some pretty rank things. (Sippy cups with milk or juice found under the couch that have been there for who knows HOW long come to mind.)
It was positively disgusting. Utterly wretched!!! I had to wash my hands twice to get the smell off, and I plugged in my little scented oil thing. And I can STILL smell it! I wish I could get a sample on the internet for you. Then you'd believe me! (Why do people always do that? "Eww! This smells so bad! Here, SMELL IT!" Like we just can't WAIT to inflict the horribleness on our friends.)
So I think my detestment of doing dishes combined with the rankest fermented soup qualifies me for some kind of award, doesn't it? And I did the dishes TWO DAYS IN A ROW, people! Do you understand the kind of accomplishment that is for me?! I mean, seriously. Shouldn't I at least win a giveaway? A little help, here!!