hooray
bye bye broken dishwasher
waiting for the new dishwasher
When our dishwasher broke down many moons ago I was actually a little excited about the challenge of washing dishes by hand while we saved for a new one. Deep back in the recesses of my mind I thought of the process as a romantic link to the past…a way for me to connect with housewives of old. I don’t quite feel the same way about the dirty, sweaty chore anymore. Let’s just say that I was born in the modern age of appliances for a reason.
When I first learned how to wash dishes by hand I was a young teenager. I wasn’t worried about making sure I got the dishes perfectly clean back then. I just wanted to get it over with so I could go read. Plus, I always had at least one sibling helping me clean. These days I do most of the work myself. First I prepare the dishes, rinsing off what the kids didn’t quite get off of the plates/cups/utensils. After that I disinfect both sides of the sink and clean out the utensil cup on the drying rack. THEN I actually start cleaning the dishes–with water almost hot enough to melt my skin and bubbly soap that my daughter begs to play with. Needless to say, this has been an event each day.
I am waiting for my new machine to be delivered right now! In the long tradition of delivery service, I have been given a four hour window during which my brand new dishwasher will arrive, and I am in that window now.
Goodbye peeling fingers and sweating in my air conditioned home! So long piles of dishes that wait until I can fit them into the soapy water! Farewell aching back (until I fold laundry) and sopping wet counters and floor! Au revoir all you different kinds of scrubbies…the one for cups, for metal pans and the one for everything else! I shall not miss you…not one tiny little bit!
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