I could probably count on one hand the number of times my husband and I have done dishes together. We did it tonight. I'm not even talking washing and drying, just loading up the dishwasher. Finishing up my work for the evening and looking at the kitchen full of dirty dishes, I sighed, and then my husband offered to do them for me (shock, joy, love!). Sold. Then for some reason I decided to take a few minutes before bed and unload the clean dishes from the dishwasher. Just a little help to get the process started. As I was finishing up, hubby walked in, got to work, and said "If we do this together, we can get it done fast." True. And knowing in my heart of hearts my husband isn't the most efficient dishwasher loader (lots of wide open space), I agreed. And it was fast. In probably just over 5 minutes of working together rinsing, loading, and wiping we got a very messy kitchen transformed into pretty good shape.
So often married couples work on separate tasks (cleaning vs. yard work) or work together on huge remodeling projects that can span days, weeks, or even months, with plenty of time for disagreements, grudges, and gripes to surface. There was something sweetly satisfying about getting in there, working together for a few minutes, and getting a job done. I can't quite put it into words, but it felt right. Or, maybe it's my subconscious trying to glorify the experience so I don't have to be stuck with the dirty dishes for the rest of my life. Or maybe it was just my husband's sneaky way of getting some extra help. Damn! He's good.