Boy can I relate... I used to try a nifty little trick for dishwashing, back in my university days... It goes as follow :
1) A few minutes before you have to leave home for a significant amount of time (time, fun, etc), fill the sink with hot soapy water. NB : If you have a double-sink, fill out *both*!
2) Carefully place all your dirty dishes in the sink. If you have more dishes that can fit in the sink, it's quite important to pack the largest possible amount inside, and to neatly stack the rest on your kitchen counter
3) Leave for the SAT (Significant Amount of Time) mentioned earlier
4) When you come back that day or the next, you now face a sinkful of dirty, cold, unsoapy water with lumps of hardened fat and UFO's (unidentified floating objects), in which a pile of dishes are slowly dripping on your hardwood floor
5) Not being able to use your sink anymore now acts as a strong motivator to actually doing the dishes. And it's with your skin crawling with disgust that you have to plunge the hands into the above described liquid in search for the sponge that - inevitably - sunk at the bottom of the sink.
Yup, that's the trick I unvoluntarly used back then... Didn't say it made washing the dishes any easier though... ;-P
The "Uuugh-ness" of dishwashing
1) A few minutes before you have to leave home for a significant amount of time (time, fun, etc), fill the sink with hot soapy water. NB : If you have a double-sink, fill out *both*!
2) Carefully place all your dirty dishes in the sink. If you have more dishes that can fit in the sink, it's quite important to pack the largest possible amount inside, and to neatly stack the rest on your kitchen counter
3) Leave for the SAT (Significant Amount of Time) mentioned earlier
4) When you come back that day or the next, you now face a sinkful of dirty, cold, unsoapy water with lumps of hardened fat and UFO's (unidentified floating objects), in which a pile of dishes are slowly dripping on your hardwood floor
5) Not being able to use your sink anymore now acts as a strong motivator to actually doing the dishes. And it's with your skin crawling with disgust that you have to plunge the hands into the above described liquid in search for the sponge that - inevitably - sunk at the bottom of the sink.
Yup, that's the trick I unvoluntarly used back then... Didn't say it made washing the dishes any easier though... ;-P