Who Does These Dishes? Photo

I Did All Those Dishes You Know

I haven’t had to take out the recycling in years, and Scott doesn’t know where the broom is.  After having kids, we divvied up the household chores and haven’t thought much about it since.

Until this the past week when I’ve done all the dishes even though it’s SCOTT’S JOB.

But I’m all: Gotta give 100% to my family. And: Wow being extra helpful feels super great.

For 2 days.

Until I’m exhausted from noticing how much my husband is not remarking on my awesome helpfulness.

Me: Um, Scott?

Scott: Yes.

Me: Did you notice something in the kitchen?

Scott: Um…


Scott: Oh… I thought I had done them.


Who Does These Dishes? photo
It's a mystery wrapped in an enigma.

Now, I’m forced to point out everything I’ve done and continue to do every single day just in case Scott also thinks he sweeps the floor, feeds the cats, pays the bills and birthed the children.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

19 thoughts to “I Did All Those Dishes You Know”

  1. I have to say how much I appreciate the photo with all the dirty dishes (and your good-looking husband, of course). I suddenly feel much better about my kitchen before we get to the dishes (and also appreciate my good-looking husband more). I have no idea if this made any sense. I should not be allowed at the keyboard after 9pm.

  2. I need praise for all of my home keeping tasks, so I say, hey, I did this, tell me how great it looks. Okay. Not laundry or dishes, but everything else. And someone else should take out the trash. Always.
    Good job Alex! Dishes are an infuriating.

  3. I swear I’ve had this same conversation with my husband before. How is this even possible?
    Last night was funny, though. I saved up about three days of dishes for him to do (his chore, not mine) and then he was all, “They won’t all fit in the dishwasher!” Really? They won’t? Oh, I guess you have to do them more than once every three days!

  4. I laughed out loud reading this. My husband doesn’t normally credit himself with things I do, but he pretty much won’t lift a finger unless he is expressly asked to do so. Like it never occurred to him that dishes don’t wash themselves…

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