There are two kinds of people in this world: people who reload the dishwasher after someone else did it wrong (RL), and people who let it go (LIG).
I am a reloader.
I don’t want to be! I’m a prisoner in my own mind! The majority of my mind is a RL, but the tiny LIG part tries to help me:
RL: Oh my stars, the plates aren’t loaded by category.
LIG: Just forget about it, sister.
RL: The cups are so wonky! The Upper Cup Level is prime real estate in a family of 7! I could get five more cups in there!
LIG: You have other stuff to do! Just run it, man.
RL: I can’t even look at the silverware. Knives up? What are we, Communists??
LIG: Your children loaded it. You know they don’t listen to your detailed explanations of appropriate dishwasher protocol.
RL: I hand wash all these spatulas and wooden spoons. They are taking up cup space! OH HAIL NO…IS THAT MY GOOD KNIFE??!
LIG: You could just hit the ‘on’ button and walk away like a normal non-controller.
RL: You know what? I’m just going to rearrange these bowls…
*five minutes later*
RL: Now that is how it is done.
LIG: Why do I even try?