tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post4161451764911481689..comments2024-03-19T15:57:08.633+10:00Comments on Fun and VJs: Isn’t dish washing your job?brismodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18169335258762403261noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-7478283623159009522013-08-03T13:09:54.202+10:002013-08-03T13:09:54.202+10:00Love living in AD times. Although wished my 1 year...Love living in AD times. Although wished my 1 year old would stop 'helping' me load/ unload dishes for another 2 years at least.Housewife in Heelshttp://www.housewifeinheels.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-9784039805454868092013-07-27T13:59:20.810+10:002013-07-27T13:59:20.810+10:00How very dare he! Mine have learnt to curb such co...How very dare he! Mine have learnt to curb such comments since feeling the schmack of my cranky tongue but still haven't worked out how to pack a dishwasher properly. Indeed even the husband with all his tidy genes is a slack packer of the d.w. We got an integrated one so it doesn't look like there is a dishwasher at all just another cupboard. I quite like the idea of my boys learning to actually wash up. It was a pleasantly social thing. Old Bob next door boasted the "first one" in 1950's Brisbane. It looked like a spaceship but he couldn't get his four boys to use it so after warning them to no avail, he gutted the thing and had the funkiest kitchen bench in the Western Suburbs for the next fifty years.anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11433701550878013807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-30376374864262778852013-07-27T08:04:08.015+10:002013-07-27T08:04:08.015+10:00I met a couple of smart ones and browbeat the rest...I met a couple of smart ones and browbeat the rest...haha!!Dana@Mid2Modhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03055460107477850683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-22938943051380084772013-07-27T06:29:45.194+10:002013-07-27T06:29:45.194+10:00Ha ha! Once your kitchen is done, put them to work...Ha ha! Once your kitchen is done, put them to work Kylie. xxbrismodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169335258762403261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-21063192698584636732013-07-27T06:27:57.871+10:002013-07-27T06:27:57.871+10:00Thanks Anon. I'm fearful at how pampered my bo...Thanks Anon. I'm fearful at how pampered my boys are becoming! The moaning and procrastination I get around here you would think I was asking them to climb Everest! But you're right, when they get their own place they will learn the hard way! xxbrismodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169335258762403261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-20428811556590474622013-07-27T06:24:15.760+10:002013-07-27T06:24:15.760+10:00Ha! Good one Col. I'm sure you might have some...Ha! Good one Col. I'm sure you might have some hidden sewing talent...Jason mends and sews much better than me...much neater stitches! xxbrismodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169335258762403261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-16835929760910022952013-07-27T06:19:25.272+10:002013-07-27T06:19:25.272+10:00Thank goodness you met some smart men, Dana! It...Thank goodness you met some smart men, Dana! It's such an antiquated idea this men's work and women's work.xxbrismodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169335258762403261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-36080087472489424442013-07-26T19:28:34.191+10:002013-07-26T19:28:34.191+10:00I hate to admit this, but my DAUGHTERS have said t...I hate to admit this, but my DAUGHTERS have said the same thing to ME!Kyliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10258543009688502584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-74365320642055787432013-07-26T18:06:00.586+10:002013-07-26T18:06:00.586+10:00Ahh - I hear your frustration. ! I have three sons...Ahh - I hear your frustration. ! I have three sons and was determined to make sure all they knew how to wash the dishes and took their turn. I banished the dishwasher to the shed and set up the rotating roster. We struggled on with this chore (lots of procrastinating and excuses and healthy family discussions!!!). As soon as they left home and lived in share houses with mates that knowledge seem to disappear!!! LOL Think they learnt the hard way what happens when you don't do the dishes. I figured that it was their call by then. They were also good cooks but I'm sure they frequently lived on junk food during early Uni days.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-14802580448537925292013-07-26T18:04:38.570+10:002013-07-26T18:04:38.570+10:00Having grown up on a farm, it's a funny notion...Having grown up on a farm, it's a funny notion, who does what? I suppose the important thing is that kids grow up knowing that everyone should pitch in to help out. I actually do the bulk of the washing up, but Kate does the bulk (read all less BBQ) of the cooking. I mow the lawns, Kate makes skirts for the girls. We all like to garden together. It all works out in the end. Cheers, Col<br /><br />P.S. I'm sure Kate would do a grand job of mowing the lawn, but my skirts would look sh_te... ;-)Sunshine and Paint Potshttp://www.sunshineandpaintpots.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390135910400025884.post-50464393146609503042013-07-26T17:45:06.471+10:002013-07-26T17:45:06.471+10:00I grew up with a dad who had very strictly defined...I grew up with a dad who had very strictly defined ideas about what was woman's work. Basically, anything indoors was woman's work. I rejected that notion as soon as I left home in the 60s. Luckily for the men who later came into my life, not one of them was ever foolhardy enough to suggest to me that household chores were exclusively mine. :)Dana@Mid2Modhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03055460107477850683noreply@blogger.com