Dirty Dishes
I remember the days, when my kids were little, when keeping up with the dishes was a major chore. Even though I had a dishwasher, it still was an effort to load and unload all those dishes every single day. I hated it.
As the kids got older they were a big help. But they grew up and moved away, and once again I was reminded how much as I disliked dirty dishes.
After we retired, Jim was a huge help, insisting that since I had done the cooking, he would do the cleanup.
But, since Jim died, I live alone and the few dishes that I create for myself are just easier to wash in the sink. My dishwasher seldom gets used.
Dirty dishes are something of a blessing now.
It usually means that the kids and the grandkids have been here for the weekend, or that I've had friends over for dinner.
Now, when the dishwasher runs It means that I've been having fun and I no longer look at putting the dishes away as the chore it once was.
Funny how even your perspective of dirty dishes changes through each phase of your life!