I didn’t have a dishwasher until I was well along in life and married. I remember many holidays when I was young, and we cooked the big meal, cleaned as we went - and then, when everyone had eaten and gone, Granny and I just went to bed, leaving the dishes in the sink for morning :-)
(I LOVE my dishwashing machine! It’s the greatest invention since the clothes washing machine.)
Oh I definitely thank the dishwasher inventor!
The thought of waking up to a sink full of dirty dishes is unbearable for me so even if I was dead tired I’d force myself to do the washing up. I have a very understanding husband and now I only cook two or three times a week since it’s just the two of us. I don’t think I have the stamina anymore to do all that seven days a week!