Don't worry; I've got some cheese here to go with your whine.
Dirty dishes was one of my pet peeves in my M. XW never wanted me to do them, because she was a homemaker and thought I would resent helping her. (She thought I only offered as a way to guilt her into taking care of it.) I finally made peace over that issue by stating unequivocably that the dishes were MY job, and if she insisted on doing them for me, she'd have to be quick.
So, for a few years anyway, I never had to make my own breakfast amongst the dirty dinner dishes. If I did, it was my own fault. Now every time I pick up the boys, I see the kitchen is an absolute mess. I've been out of the house for 18 months now--I wonder how long before she realizes that no one else is going to clean them up?
Just a little example of how people don't know what they've got til its gone. So an occasional reminder may be in order.
