11.05.2007 ||> Don't share the chores: make more machines instead!
When we first decided to move in together into my tiny, tiny apartment, Snuggles and I have done battle over one chore: the dishes. I hate them and he hates them. My compromise was getting a dishwasher. He hated the idea because our kitchen is very small, but since I would rather be cramped than cooking with a sink full of dishes that have rotting food in them, I forced his hand. Since getting our dishwasher a some months ago, we have not had one major fight. Maybe a tiff, but nothing loud or depressing.
Our dishwasher looks like a professional grade microwave, and only does one rack of dishes. But that's fine for us. We just run it at night after dinner and it cleans all but the largest pots and pans. It isn't so big that dishes sit and isn't so small that we can't fit our plates.
I knew I made the right choice in forcing the issue when, after the first cycle of dishes were done, Snuggles told me that I had been right all along and getting the diswasher was the smartest decision we made for the apartment, after updating the lighting.
That kind of thing truly makes the heart melt.
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