A Letter to the Chore I Hate the Most

Dear Dishes,

I despise you. I hate the remaining bits of food that always seem to fall on my hands when I am transferring you to the dishwasher. I hate touching the water that sits in the bowls that I have to dump out before putting you in the dishwasher. I also hate that when I run you through the dishwasher, there always seems to be some pieces of silverware that have food on them or the tops of bowls will have a puddle of water stuck on them that somehow splashes onto my feet. Also, why is it that when I try to rinse off a spoon, the water splashes onto my shirt or arms? As much as I hate unloading and reloading the dishwasher, I found a great appreciation for it. You see dishes, at college, I have to wash you by hand. I know that this is such a first-world problem, but with the amount that I despise touching wet food, this is such a gross task. I try my best not to let you build up in the sink, but sometimes it just happens. I have grown to be very appreciative of my dishwasher at home and have learned not to take it for granted. Dishes, I appreciate you holding my food and for making eating convenient, but washing you just plain sucks.

Unapologetically,
Em