Airing my dirty dishes

TheBloke (TM) and I have fundamentally different ideas about what the dishwasher is for.

This is interesting, because if you had asked me, age 15, what a dishwasher was for, I would have said primarily it was for washing dishes, but also for arguing with my brother about whose turn it was to empty it.

It turns out there is more than one way to argue about a dishwasher. Who knew they were so versatile?

We have a bloody huge kitchen (massive boast). But for some reason, counter space is actually limited. By the time we’ve given space to all our wanky gadgets (wanky Tommee Tippee formula maker, wanky knock-off Kitchen Aid, wanky coffee machine), there’s not much room left when the dishes start to pile up. As a keen cook, I tend to use the dishwasher for – forgive my controversy – putting dirty dishes in. This clears up vital counter space and allows me to spread my cookery crap out further.

TheBloke (TM) sees the dishwasher as some sort of Tetris-style stacking game, where the object is to get as many dishes in as possible, whilst simultaneously making sure every single dish is equally squirted by the dishwasher arms. Fine. Theoretically I have no objection to this. However, his method means that the dishwasher cannot be loaded until every dish is piled on the side next to the dishwasher, so he can visualise the Tetris stacking and speculate and pontificate on the most efficient way to load it.

I just want to hide the dirty pots in the magic cupboard.

Luckily I have come up with a simple solution. We get a second dishwasher. Or a divorce.