Run the dishwasher twice!

Tania Rashidi | 18 January, 2024

            Run the dishwasher twice!

It's crazy how we can get caught up in these random rules, right?

This little story about running the dishwasher twice is such a great reminder that sometimes, we're the ones creating these unnecessary constraints.

Can't stay in your pyjamas all day? Mama, you sure can!

Can't leave the toy room a mess? Mama, you sure can!

Want to wear polka dots with stripes with gum boots?   Kiddo, of course you can!

Can't have cereal for dinner? Coming right up kiddo!

As mothers, we often find ourselves living by these seemingly arbitrary rules, but who even came up with them in the first place?"

So today, here's a little reminder that you have the power to embrace the freedom to rewrite the unspoken rules of motherhood , rediscovering the hidden joy in bending a few and creating a motherhood that is just for you.



When I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldn’t get out of bed some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.

I had therapy once per week, and on this particular week, I didn’t have much to ‘bring’ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to say.

“What are you struggling with?” he asked.

I gestured around me and said “I dunno man. Life.”

Not satisfied with my answer, he said “No, what exactly are you worried about right now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue will be staring at you?”

I knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didn’t want to say it. I wanted to have something more substantial. Something more profound. But I didn’t. So I told him,

“Honestly? The dishes. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I look at them the more I CAN’T do them because I’ll have to scrub them before I put them in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just can’t stand and scrub the dishes.”

I felt like an idiot even saying it. What kind of grown woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out there with actual problems, and I’m whining to my therapist about dishes? But my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:


I began to tell him that you’re not supposed to, but he stopped me.

 “Why the hell aren’t you supposed to? If you don’t want to scrub the dishes and your dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares? Rules do not exist, so stop giving yourself rules.”

 It blew my mind in a way that I don’t think I can properly express.

That day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher and ran it three times. I felt like I had conquered a dragon. The next day, I took a shower lying down. A few days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever they fit. There were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to make accomplishments again.

Now that I’m in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry. But at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an incredibly important lesson:


Text Credit:  Kate Scott