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My sister and I always had to do the dishes. One washed, the other dried. We switched every day, figured it would be less boring that way. And we always fought. The washer would hurry up so the dryer would fall behind. The dryer would complain that the dishes were not clean, so the washer had to wash them again. My sister was younger and smaller. She wanted to hit me, but did not dare. It got so bad that our mother made each of us wash and dry on alternate days. It was the only way to keep peace.
When washing and drying dishes with my sister we were always on a warpath. Solution: each doing both jobs on alternating days solved the problem.