I use this blog to document my life and record aspects of myself that illustrate who I am at this point in my life. So I would be remiss to go without documenting this.
Confession session: I like to do the dishes. I find a special kind of satisfaction in loading the dishwasher, scrubbing pots, and Cometing the sink. Most Sundays I do the dishes. It doesn't bother me; in fact, I quite enjoy Sunday dishes. The mess always looks worse than it actually is. I bring in my iPod dock and kitchen dance or talk with Mom while she clips coupons. Today, we had grilled salmon, brown rice, corn on the cob, angel biscuits, and watermelon. So good. This was the kitchen mess.
So I decide to tackle it with John Mayer in the background. Ready . . . set . . . go!
I start out my dish washing by putting away all the excess food and organizing the mess a little bit (you know, stacking dinner plates, collecting silverware, gathering pots and pans and pressure cookers). My next step--and second favorite--is loading the dishwasher. Dishwasher loading is most satisfying when I have a completely empty dishwasher to work with. That way I can load and organize exactly how I want.
Then I fill the sink with hot water and Dawn and go to town scrubbing and rinsing. I usually have someone or two helping dry and put away dishes. (Tonight my helper was Emily.) Then after all the dishes are scrubbed I get to drain the dirty water and get to the best part: scrubbing the sink. At Grandma's I use Comet, and at my house I use diluted Soft Scrub. But regardless, the effect is the same.
Stainless steel perfection.
Tonight's final product?
Now that's what I call domestic bliss.