We used to have this thing in my house growing up.
It was called dish diarrhea.
Was your family inflicted by it, too?
If you aren't familiar with it, let me fill you in on this phenom: Dish diarrhea occurs when members of the family are simultaneously hit with a case of diarrhea as soon as it's time to do the dishes. They can't come help with the dishes because they're stuck in the bathroom..."sick." My younger siblings were the most stricken by this horrible fate. To this day, I'm not sure what they actually did during the many hours spent in the bathroom. Must have been fun.
Over the years, dish diarrhea's definition has broadened--Any urgent and sudden excuse to get out of any hard work.
Tonight, I was reminded of dish diarrhea and the many forms it can take.
Steve always changed diapers when Lily was a baby.
It was never in question.
He did it cuz he had to.
He's a man and men don't gag at the site of baby poo. (Not real men, anyway.)
With his help, we took Lily to victory over diapers.
But now, the man is sick of helping Lily take care of business in the bathroom.
So tonight as Lily headed to the bathroom, Steve disappeared.
To fix my treadmill.
He would rather get into electronics and heavy machinery than take another trip to the little girls room.
AKA Dish Diarrhea.
It has evolved.