Childhood memories. A memory from growing up. Why I hate washing up the dishes
We all have our foibles
It's strange the things that can seem important to people and the eccentricities that we all have that mark us out as individuals. Some people will never walk under ladders, while others think it is dreadfully common to leave the lid up on the toilet. The spectrum of humanity is full to overflowing with people who think the rest of the human race is either mad, or plebeian, or both.
I have my little ways as well. Being an aspiring author does not mean that I am immune from the little foibles that distinguish the rest of my species, except for the Paris Hiltons of this world.
Sisters can be a right pain
My little "Achilles heel" is that I have an aversion to washing up. I think it comes from my upbringing in Ireland, when I was but a novice in the great struggle of sibling relationships. My mother, God bless her, always insisted that the children had to help with the chores. I came from a family of older sisters, and if you know anything of the psychology of the dreaded young female, you will know that I always had to do the drying, and the putting away. The result of this was that I was always finished last and the "cruel ones" could be resuming their play while I was struggling with the last of the cups.
Anyway the result of that "childhood trauma" is that as an adult I have always hated washing up. I will not touch a plate or a spoon until everything has been used. But before you yell that I must have a filthy kitchen, listen to this. I will only have three of each item in my house. That is three plates, three cups, three knives, three forks etc. That way I can fulfil the great primal desire to put off until the last possible moment the dreaded washing up, while not being denied access to my kitchen by a mountain of dirty dishes. It usually happens in the morning. The fact that I am half asleep means that I cope better with what I perceive as the big chore. Anyone that has it in their mind to dine with this particular aspirant towards The Nobel Prize, had better bring their own plates, and bring them home again after.
My childhood was really very happy
In reality my childhood was a very happy time, full of long days of playing with a multiplicity of cousins and friends. There were very funny uncles and eccentric aunts and we used to go on picnics to the seaside on the long sunny days. So even if I have been left with a phobia about washing up, I have very little to complain about.
If anything it has given me an appreciation that we are all human, and that one persons "terrible memory" can be another's "fond recollection".
Now I must go and make myself a coffee, when I can steel myself to wash a cup.
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AUTHORPeace to you too saddlerider1. Who ever said that women were the weaker sex cant have had any sisters. Bless them.
Very interesting and funny read. I to grew up in a household mainly of woman. Five sisters and me the baby brother, I sure learned a thing or two of keeping things clean, my maw was spotless, could eat off our kitchen floor:0)
I have kept a clean apartment and home, yet I to err in my ways and sometimes will leave a kitchen sink full of dirty dishes, cutlery and pans till the morning,but only until then.
I can't walk into my kitchen for days watching bacteria and everything else grow roots on my dishes etc. I like your idea though of 3 of everything, it sure makes washing up an easy chore.
However I find as I'm ageing I haven't as much desire to go rushing to clean up right away, I do let things sit a little longer and that includes all household chores. I want to spend more of my time being more productive and less picky about mundane things like housework.
I enjoyed your this hub and nice to read about your childhood adventures, believe me I have plenty of my own stories. I write about them in my Legacy series on the hubs and memories of growing up in Montreal, Quebec Canada with my fellow Welsh, Irish and Brit friends with a smattering of Italians and Greeks mixed in for a fun mix. Peace to you sir.
- AUTHOR
msorensson. Well It is a bit silly that I should be bothered about washing up. It never takes me more than five minutes anyway. I think having these pet hates are in some way important however. They mark us as individuals. That is my story and I am sticking to it.LOL!
Oh.. I read it yesterday and did not leave a comment..lol..
Well, I hope that my son is not permanently wounded by the fact that the house is not always as pristine as he was used to in the Philippines when he was little, lol....After all, he had 4 people taking care of his every need there when he was still a child and I am only one here...in the US.
You will be fine. The bottom line, none of those matter, really.
- AUTHOR
Hi Petra. I don't know about disposable siblings. But I am definitely in favour of disposable dishes.
You can always call upon Paris Hilton to give you a hand. For people like you, the best thing that ever happened to humanity (after sliced bread of course) is the salvation that came with the disposable everything (from dishes to siblings and annoying friends). Isn't life grand?!
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