I remember when "my job" was unloading the dishwasher when I was a teenager. I HATED every minute of EVERY dish. Just like my son does. He has to get up a few minutes earlier every morning to unload it before school. It's been about a year now and I think he is getting the hang of it. In the beginning, I was wearing a hard hat in the kitchen. I never knew what was going to fall from the cabinets when I opened the doors.
This was one of those times where I had to learn to let him do it. I normally go by the motto, if I want something done just do it myself.
But that's not helping ANYONE.
So we learn together.
He how to unload things and not call 911 when a pyrex dish falls on his mommas head,
and me well to let go :)