Saturday, February 5, 2011

Of Dirty Dishes and Other Things

She doesn't smell too good and is not at all classy.  But she's quite reliable and will do anything to protect me.  Folks, I'd like you all to meet my new best friend...



Believe it or not, this is the first time I considered wearing gloves for dishwashing.  People have been telling me to wear gloves before but I never paid much attention and gave an unending list of excuses.  

I like being able to feel the dishes...
I think it makes the chore harder and trickier...
I don't like the way it smells on my skin...
It's too uncomfortable...
It feels strange to me...
I'm not sure I'm able to clean efficiently wearing them...
I'm not used to it...

And on and on and on....

Until recently, I noticed how my hands have gotten so dry you can sand wood with them!  But even then, I did my best to not surrender to the glove route and just used all sorts of lotions and moisturizers to remedy my skin issues.  From the cheaper drugstore-bought brands to the high-end French made ones, believe me I've tried them all.  But then seriously, moisturizers can only do so much if I really don't even try to protect my skin against harsh detergents.  Yes we use our dishwasher but you gotta admit.  There are things you just have to hand wash, right? 

So, I've given in.  I now use my handy-dandy yellow rubber gloves and surprisingly, I'm loving them!  Am I sick for actually looking forward to washing dishes at times just so I can feel my domestication even more with my rubber gloves and scrub in hand??  I keep thinking of Diane Lane in the movie Unfaithful...this suburban momma (and a hottie at that!) looking so glamorous as she stood there washing the dishes while sporting her not-so-hot-looking rubber gloves...gently washing off the leftovers with the warm bubbly water in the sink, getting lost in her thoughts as she reminisced about her 'exciting' day, if you know what I mean.  

Well, this momma does not have a young French lover and my thoughts hover more in the vicinity of what-dessert-can-I-have-to-reward-myself-with-and-miraculously-still-not-raise-my-blood-sugar- level and some other mundane thing like taking out the trash, what to cook tomorrow and all that "fun" stuff.  However, I will admit to you that when I'm standing by the sink for longer than 3 minutes, you can pretty much bet that I'm beginning to tread in deeper waters and think of the existential questions I'm struggling with.  As to what some of those specific thoughts are is really just between me and my kitchen sink.  So....husbands or significant others, beware.  You have to learn to watch us and be more sensitive when we're doing the dishes.  Or you can save yourselves the trouble of worrying what goes through our minds and just volunteer to do the dishes yourselves!  



3 comments:

  1. You do your thinking while doing the dishes, I do mine while kneading dough. I have the luxury of househelp so I rarely do the dishes. But you're right. The zen of washing dishes takes my mind to places kneading dough can't match.

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  2. I agree with bread dough kneading. I have a recipe where I have to knead the dough for 8 minutes. That doesn't sound like a long time, but seriously, when is the last time any of us stopped and did anything for 8 whole minutes. I mean half the time I am "watching TV" while I catch up on e-mail and keep an eye on the kids getting ready for bed. Washing dishes, kneading dough, vacuuming can all be very soothing because they concentrate on doing one thing at a time for a specific time period.

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  3. You do your thinking while doing the dishes, I do mine while kneading dough. I have the luxury of househelp so I rarely do the dishes. But you're right. The zen of washing dishes takes my mind to places kneading dough can't match.

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