During the week there is a routine and a time where doing dishes fits in automatically. But on the weekend, it's kind of a free-for-all. The dishes are an after thought, as I don't usually cook on the weekend. So the dishes are stacked randomly around the kitchen as they are used. I don't know why they can't be put in the sink. I guess the mindset is that the dish fairy will find them easier if they are placed on the horizontal collection station we call the kitchen counter. This happens even if the dishes in the dishwasher are dirty.
Occasionally, either I or my husband will go by the dishwasher and throw more dishes in. When we have done this several times, we run it. We can't possibly finish cleaning the kitchen when the dishwasher is running (don't try and follow this logic). This happens on the weekends when laziness is at an all time high; when I'm even too lazy to tell my kids to do the dishes.
When I'm feeling particularly fatigued and lazy, there is a butt dent at the head of my bed where I have spent the weekend vegging, watching TV and playing gameboy. I used to fume at my family's inability to clean the kitchen. I don't anymore, it's too much work, especially when I'm feeling lazy.
I have to admit it kind of ruins my morning when I go out into a trashed kitchen after the weekend. Then I find my espresso machine, make my "cup a," sit down in front of my computer and start writing. I forget the kitchen is trashed, or I don't care.
Maybe the dish fairy will come while I'm writing. Dishes don't happen on their own, you know.