The dishwasher drives me absolutely nuts! I love it, because it is a temporary place to put my dirty dishes so I don't have to think about them for a couple of days. And when I have rearranged the top and bottom rack to fit as many dishes as possible, it is awfully convenient to put in some Cascade and turn the dial and go to bed.

The next morning when it's time for work, Casey needs his bowl of cereal and toast. I need multiple pieces of tupperware and spoons for my breakfast and lunch. We open the dishwasher, take what we need and move on with our days.

However, getting home after being gone for 12 hours we transport our dirty dishes from lunches and breakfasts and place them in the sink, as the clean dishes are still sitting in the dishwasher. We cook dinner and one of us has the daunting task of doing the dishes.

Casey dislikes taking the dishes out of the dishwasher so much that he will wash all dishes by hand to avoid having to unload. But at some point we NEED to get that thing unloaded and I silently think that I was the last one to do it and Casey really needs to start carrying his weight around here.

I wander into the kitchen later on at night, wanting to get my spoonful of peanut butter, no spoons, so I open the dishwasher, grab the spoon and of course nothing else. I come back a little later to pack my lunch, no tupperware the right size, go into the dishwasher, grab what I need and carry on.

Finally, one of us breaks down and decides to be the martyr and unloads the darn thing. All the while non-verbally displaying our discontent to the other by loud bangs of the plates, throwing of the silverware, and shuffling of the tupperware cupboard. You can't unload a dishwasher without another person there to feel sorry for you, right?

So it's Saturday, the dishes are sitting nice and clean in their little racks, ready to be put back home in their special spots in the cupboards or drawers. A sink full of breakfast dishes is waiting patiently to be placed in the dishwasher. Casey has gone to play softball, so what is a girl to do??