We never had a dishwasher growing up. Always washed/dried by hand. When i moved into my apartment i had one and still never used. My house does not have one, but i imagine one day i will enjoy using oneUnloading the dishwasher. I hated that chore more than anything. Cleaning my room was a joy by comparison!
That is a hard way to grow up. Sending love to you .Lol... We didn't have 'chores' ... We had Do It. All of it. I remember walking with a 'rolling cart' to the laundry mat at 6 or 7 dragging my 4 year old brother by the hand... across MAJOR traffic. THEN my older sister folding and ironing and putting away. Mama had four kids and if it was done (and it better be)... we did it.