Don't Know What You Got Til' It's Gone OK, before I even explain, does anyone else know who sang that song? If you do, don't comment but I know you also had big hair like me. About halfway through summer, our dishwasher just died. I saw it coming and one of my friends even told me it would happen. According to her "Yeah, we bought the same dishwasher and the motor died after a year. Good luck." Did I listen? Nope. It was cheap and we could get it home that day so we bought it....one year later, we are in the same boat. I honestly thought I could tough it out for awhile. Well, I did for a bit. I thought it would give me a sense of being humble....how stupid of me. I say this not to sound snobby but because, as fellow food allergy parents know, THERE ARE ALWAYS FREAKING DISHES! It stresses me out! (I wrote a previous post on the subject, just click) I'm sure it stresses you out too. It went something like this:
Week 1: OK, this isn't so bad. The kids will just dry whatever is in the rack. It'll work, we'll save a bit of money for awhile.
Week 2: Wow, I didn't realize how much I really cook. And, how many dishes I use when I cook. And how small the dish rack is... It's ok. Everybody has pitched in, they are drying. My kitchen is just a little more messy than usual.
Week 3: OK, really? REALLY?! I cannot wake up one more day and see dishes- on the counter, in the sink "HEY!! WHO KEEPS FILLING UP THE ENTIRE SINK? I CAN'T WASH THEM IF THERE'S NO ROOM!" And what is that smell? I can't get rid of it...baking soda, lemon juice, boiling water- it's still here! People are going to walk into my house and think I don't even know what. And how am I going to take my food photos when my kitchen looks like it puked on itself?! (breathing, walking outside, pacing...) A voice in the distance Mom, I'm hungry (turning blue, breathing, sighing, opening something frozen. Thank goodness we have chicken nuggets!)
"Dishes" It, I Give Up ......even families like the Duggars who have a ton of kids to help do dishes are also STILL washing dishes! There are probably Amish people somewhere right now washing dishes and I am complaining about it but I can't, I just can't... Not to mention that having a dishwasher is a HUGE help with making sure that there is no cross contamination with any foods that my son is allergic too. One morning, I made myself eggs (he is allergic) and I realized that I had no way to clean everything unless I got a new sponge, cleaned out the sink and wiped everything down with wipes whereas, with a dishwasher, it's rinse, put into the dishwasher, push the little button. Am I spoiled? Am I whining? Maybe but I am not too proud to say, I give up.
Wash Your Sadness Away Just as I was about to turn into a scene from Mommy Dearest, I got a call about a dishwasher. I have never driven so fast in my entire life. And although NutriHubby was on vacation (and I know he probably thought horrible, evil thoughts about me when I asked) he just sighed and got to work hooking up the new dishwasher. I appreciated it. I calmed down. I felt like everything in the universe was beginning to go back to it's normal balance. Does anyone else know where I'm coming from? I mean, if your kitchen looked like this all summer, wouldn't you be losing your mind just a little? Tell me, please- tell me I'm not just a crazy blogger who still loves what she does.
|On the plus side, we had Spinatos pizzas ;)|