Dueling Dish Detergents

My husband and I have our preferences of which dish soap we use. Lately I’ve asked him to help me with the dishes, so he trotted out a soap he bought from a giant chemical company that doesn’t even bother listing the ingredients on the back of the bottle, but instead says we should go to their website if we want to know but does warn of danger if we accidentally get this in our eyes or take it in by mouth. Whereas my esteemed natural plant-based soap does list its components and still warns not to get it in your eyes and It also uses low suds to remove the food left on plates that washes off quickly but does also remove grease. Hmm.

So, with all this in mind, why do his washed dishes need to be washed again by yours truly? Well, I’m not quite sure. I think it has something to do with the fact that he hates doing dishes and does a slipshod job so he’ll be relieved of duty by the expert domestic supervisor in the home……me!

And here I thought I was the winner of this competition. Hmmm?

Maybe the old boy has one up on me at long last. And I must mention how he leaves the kitchen. It’s as if a fire crew comes in and blasts everything with their firehoses. Get the picture?

He really knows how to get me riled up after I spend quite some time wiping down the sink and counters.

And no John, I don’t want to help you change the oil in the car nor do I ever want to learn how, so I see your point. We each have our separate areas of command. Now go chop some wood or something

like that. I’m busy deep cleaning the corners of the room with q tips.

See ya.

Actually, he’s a pretty good sport even though he hates helping me. But lately I’ve needed more help as I have been suffering with a sore foot and a sore hand and arm from carpal tunnel syndrome. So today I finally wore him down and he washed the windows outside that I’ve been begging him to do since time began. And by the time I reached my wit’s end and beyond that, he did it. What a guy.