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Rebel with an Unwashed Blender
As I write this, I have some dirty dishes in the sink. They’re from a smoothie I made a few hours ago. As a treat for a late Friday afternoon, I didn’t take care of them right away like I usually do. In my family, it was not permissible to leave behind an unwashed cup or plate. And when I allow myself the luxury to just walk away, it feels like a release. Happy weekend, friends.
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a blender is easy to clean … water & a bit of dish wash soap, then turn it on! Then rinse … works here after making rum daiquiris for Trafalgar Day (the only time I seem to ever use the blender)
At that particular moment after drinking the smoothie, even the rinse seemed like too much of a hassle. But I’ll try that next time.
Yeaah, I have pots and pans that have been in the sink for a week.
These days, I’m addicted to nonstick pans.
I’m afraid I am a ‘dishes before art’ person – if things are left untidied to will always be in the back of my mind and I won’t be able to relax or concentrate on anything else. Same with making the bed etc. Leaving dirty dishes in the sink would never be something that I consider a treat. Funny how different we all can be!
I completely agree about making the bed. Another trait absorbed from my mother.
I’m afraid I am a ‘dishes before art’ person. I can’t relax and focus on something else if I know tidying-up type things aren’t completed. I would never think of it as a treat to leave dishes in the sink. Funny how different we all can be!
My parents were do-dishes-immediately-after-dinner-people, and it became one of my chores. Dad’s anger issues made it important to comply. When I moved out at 17, and to this day, I leave dishes dirty routinely – perhaps as an act of defiance, but it feels more to me like an expression of my freedom.
That makes sense, Anne.