I've decided to throw in the dishrag at BMG's little cottage. I will no longer be hand washing dishes there.
This is not a decision born out of the traditional female frustration that her "man" doesn't appreciate her, nor is it an act of defiance in reaction to a mounting pile of dishes that only I appear to wash.
In fact, this is a decision driven by the fact that BMG prefers that I NOT wash dishes by hand. Because, in fact, I stink at it. The poor guy. He is constantly fishing dishes out of the sink drainer only to have to resoak them and sanitize them in the dishwasher because I've left large hunks of food on them.
So, I'm embracing my incompetence, reducing my household work load, and hanging up my holster filled with Dawn today.