**Photo from appliancist.com Shortly after the holidays there was a silent war going on in our house. We were having The Silent Dishwasher War XII. Who is going to unload and load…again? We were both holding out without mentioning it to the other.
One day passed. Two days passed. On the third day, I came downstairs and much to my surprise, I found the the war was still on. The dishwasher was still full of clean dishes waiting to be unloaded and the sink had been filled to the brim with dirty dishes. I wasn’t about to lose, so ate my eggs with a spoon.
The third night I finally broke the silence. I told Kent, “We both know the dishwasher war is on and I’m sorry, but you don’t stand a chance.” I continued, “I ate my eggs with a spoon this morning and I am prepared to drink my coffee from a measuring cup if I have to.” He laughed. Offering no other response, I knew this meant he intended to continue the war. And he did.
The truth of the matter is that on day four I came home for a quick lunch and I unloaded and loaded the stinkin’ dishwasher. Not because I wanted a fork, not because the kitchen was starting to smell, but because I felt sorry for Kent. Although I was impressed that he made it to day four, he just didn’t stand a chance. I can win the dishwasher war EVERY time. So I let him win.
Do you have any chore wars at your house?
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