My Name is Now a Verb

The dishwasher is my nemesis. I should love my dishwasher -- it is convenient, it saves me time, and it keeps me from scrubbing dishes all day long. But I have some sort of mental block when it comes to my dishwasher. Some kind of strange, subconscious issue.

I don't know why this happens, repeatedly. But this is my pattern... I unload the dishwasher. I load the dishwasher. I put soap in the dishwasher and close the door. I run hot water in the kitchen sink -- so the dishwasher won't pull cold water. Then, I walk away, mentally crossing a task off my list.

I come back hours later to unload the dishwasher. I open the door to find the soap still in the dispenser. The dishes are still dirty.

I forgot to press start. Again.

This isn't something that I've done once in a while. This is something that is a weekly or multi-weekly occurrence. I think about it while I'm loading the dishwasher, "don't forget to press start, don't forget to press start".

I do remember sometimes -- I'm not completely daft -- but nearly a quarter of the time I leave the room and come back to find the dishwasher silently mocking me with it's unwashed dishes and undissolved soap tab.

The other day, I thought I was having a productive morning. I cleaned up the kitchen, put away my laundry, went to do some yoga. But then, I came back into the kitchen to find Peter smirking at me.

He laughed and said, "Hey, you Susaned the dishwasher again."

Sigh.

Do you think there's a support group for this? Dishwasher Disorders Anonymous?