This cute little wall sign is just not true for me:
Only my kitchen is probably about half the size of this one, with twice as many bowls and cutlery stacked up perilously high.
I once got published at a comedy site and they came up with this info-graphic to match my words. This is how I feel about doing the dishes most of the time:
It really is strange how my mood changes so significantly while I'm doing the dishes. We don't have room in our kitchen for a dishwasher -- and I'm not entirely convinced it would cut down on my work load anyway -- so it's just me standing there for a half an hour, at least once a day.
Once I get over my disdain for STARTING the job (see above), I actually don't mind it all that much. It's a bit meditative, doing repetitive tasks, and I have frequently received flashes of insight or inspiration while washing bowls and spoons. The feeling of satisfaction after a job well done is also nice.
I have this tendency to think that once I've cleaned something, it should STAY THAT WAY for a really long time. HA. Ridiculous, I know. I have four kids, for goodness sake.
But I just can't get away from the fact that my mood is linked to the number of dirty dishes in the house, or just the general cleanliness of the kitchen itself. I don't require it to be sparkling (the oven needs to be seriously scrubbed soon and the floor is always covered with something crunchy...) but I need enough space to prepare food and it needs to be clean enough to avoid contamination.
My standards are really high, I know.