I hate doing dishes!

When I do dishes, it's a major production. I have to don my pink Playtex gloves so I won't get a single finger in someone's nasty half-eaten mac and cheese. Next, wet food in the sink is gross. And gross to the power of ten. Then I can't stand all the dishes stacked up all over the place. Then the counter gets wet and there are food particles on the counter. But the worst thing of all -- wet rubber gloves (hehe...I said rubber). The gloves have to drape over the edge of the sink so that the openings are on the outside of the sink. If the openings get on the inside of the sink there is bound to be some water splash that will find its way to the inside and I will get completely grossed out about slimey food water inside my glove. Oh! It's just too much to think about!

Before anyone calls the psychiatrist and asks for some psychtropic meds to cure my obsessive-compulsive disorder, think again. I already know I am bonkers over how to do the dishes. Wouldn't you be if you had to touch some nasty, soggy eggs that had curdled in the bottom of your sink? Ew!