See this lovely picture here; it couldn’t be farther from the truth for me. Sure, I get a twinge of excitement when I’ve had a bad day or am sick and the hubby offers to clean up the kitchen and do the dishes but inside I’m secretly screaming at all the things he is doing wrong.
Not Okay (By PV KS)
You see, I have what I like to call selective OCD, meaning I only wig out when certain things are done the wrong way, such as putting books away, folding towels or the worst the manner in which the dishes are loaded into the dishwasher. I know, I know, there are much bigger things to get stressed out about other than how the dishes are placed in the dishwasher, but seriously, watching someone put them in the “Wrong Way” makes me feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin.
Finding my Zen in a Dreaded Task
Yes! (By mastermaq)
It is true, I despise doing the dishes. You would think I would have worked out some sort of bargain with the hubby years ago, that would have made him responsible for this dreaded task, but again I just can’t let go of “My Way.”
It is okay though, because somewhere along the line, my nightly routine of cleaning up the kitchen before bed has turned into a sense of comfort for me. Honestly, it still sends me into a bit of shock every time I think about it, because I’m not exactly sure how one of my LEAST favorite household duties turned into something I need, but it has.
For 30 minutes each night now I am in Zen mode, fully relaxed as the dishes are taken care of, counters wiped down and coffee made ready for the next day. It may be a complete lack thereof, of real mom time throughout the week doing something I enjoy (that is a whole other post in its own) or maybe just the fact that because it has become so routine that I need to “clean” to wind down for the evening.