Dishes that is. How does our little family dirty so many dishes?! I swear they dirty themselves just to spite me and make life harder. No matter how hard I try the sink is always overflowing. I bet if I watched them long enough I'd actually see them multiplying and crawling across the counter, all by themselves. Maybe I have a ghost who comes in after I leave and randomly adds dishes to the pile. It would be much easier if I just used paper dishes and plastic utensils. Of course I'd still have pans and such. At least I have a dishwasher! I would just die if I had to wash it all by hand lol. And now my 2 year old is learning how to "help" me unload the dishwasher (often when I don't want him to) so that makes it a bit more interesting, getting to the knives first, carefully watching him handle breakable dishes, pulling forks out of the wall heater that's shooting sparks, you know, everyday stuff :P
I've tried Flylady. I loved it, it worked great! For about 2 weeks. Then, like every new thing I ever try, I lost the motivation. The sink un-shinied, the counters collected every crumb and speck of dust, clutter again invaded my life. Maybe I'll try it again one day and have 2 more weeks of precious cleanliness.
I usually get my sweet husband to do dishes once a week. He does an amazing job. The dishes get all clean, the counters practically sparkle, the floor is swept, and the appliances even get cleaned. I thank his mother all the time for training him well.
I really need a better system of dishwashing. I know I should unload the dishwasher as soon as it's done so that I can rinse dirty dishes and put them in it as soon as they are dirtied, and run it once it's full, and start over again. It's such a simple concept and would make life much easier, but somehow it doesn't last long here. There's always one or two dishes that I find after I start the dishwasher, so they sit in the sink mocking my efforts, telling me that it's not worth trying because there will always be another dirty dish. And then they attract more dirty dishes, I get distracted and forget to unload the clean dishes, and before I know it the stinky mold mountain is back, plates balanced precariously in slimy stacks, sippy cups of rotten milk laughing at me and daring me to open them, greasy pans happily wallowing in the muck. I can hear the monstrous mess from here, just taunting me, knowing that I can win the battle but never the war.
Well, I'm off to battle them again, wish me luck!