Locked down in doing the dishes

I hope I never see another dish in my life! Our dishwasher broke, so we were stuck doing all the dishes by ourselves. And, well, you know uncle. No task can be done without disasters. You know, sometimes, I wonder how aunt puts up with all this. Oh wait, she doesn’t. So anyway, the dishwasher was broken, and we had to do the dishes but uncle made a mess out of everything and…oh wait, I’ve said all this, haven’t I? Well, let’s just start the story.

“Percy, it’s been three days, call someone in to fix the dishwasher already!” “We’re in the middle of a lockdown! We can’t call anyone in before the 14th.” “Fine, wash the dishes yourself! I’m not doing them today.” “You fuss far too much. Alright, alright, I’ll do it, just put that suitcase away I’m not going to leave my own house.”

With a sigh, uncle put on a pair of gloves and went to the sink. Me and Tamara sat down to have breakfast. Pepper was out in the garden playing with the triplets. I had just started to eat when uncle shouted out, “Can someone open the dish soap for me?” Tamara got up, opened the dish soap for him, and put some on the sponge. “This is a sponge. We use it to clean,” she said like she was teaching something to the triplets. Uncle looked at her, glassy-eyed, pretending to understand every word she said. “To clean something, we first rinse it with water. Yes like that, but with less splashing. You have no idea how much this top cost me. Then, you take your sponge and spread the dish soap on it. No, you don’t need a knife, your finger is enough. That’s why you’re wearing gloves. Alright, now we go round and round on the plate and make a foam. Yes, that’s it. Good job!”

She came back to the table, with a sense of accomplishment. “You taught uncle how to wash dishes. Big deal,” Pepper said, looking at her smug face. “We saw you from the window,” she laughed. Just then, uncle called her again. “Tamara, how on earth do wash a bowl, a spoon, a fork, a glass, and these weird looking sticks.” “They’re called chopstick,” she yelled. “We’re coming,” I said.

We went to the kitchen. It was a mess. Foam. Water. Dish soap. All over the kitchen floor. “Ugh, uncle, who taught you how to wash dishes,” Pepper groaned. Uncle very innocently pointed at Tamara. “Ugh, whatever. I’m out of here,” she said. “Alright, uncle, you can leave the kitchen. Me and Rachel will do the dishes,” Pepper said. “No way! I’m not gonna wash any dishes anytime soon.” “It’s alright, I can do them myself,” uncle said. Oh no. if we left uncle to do the dishes by himself, the kitchen wouldn’t survive. “It’s fine uncle, there are two of us, it will be done faster. You can go,” Pepper insisted.

After we finally got uncle out of the kitchen, Pepper turned around to see me having a temper tantrum. “Oh come on, Rachel, help me,” she said. I responded by splashing her with water. Soon, we were in a water fight. “What is going on in here,” aunt exclaimed. She had been watching us fight for the past two hours. “Tamara, get in the kitchen and help them wash the dishes. Then start making lunch.”

Tamara came in, and we began. Pepper, of course, mimicked uncle learning how to wash a plate from Tamara. She got a face full of soapy water. I stayed in the corner, washing and drying my set of dishes, while these two fought.

After a whole hour of this, the dishes were finally done. We went into the kitchen to make lunch, and there was a huge surprise for us. The dishwasher was never broken. It was up and running. No wait, that was the washing machine we were hearing. Oh god, we needed to eat and fast, before we started seeing things. Help us!