Since our move to Alabama, I have been pleased as punch to know that I will have a working dishwasher. With a seven-person family, that really comes in handy.
After living on plastic and styrofoam for about a week, I was finally ready to break in the dishwasher in our new home.
The kitchen was unpacked and we had used our dishware and silverware and I was happily putting everything in the dishwasher to be cleaned and sterilized.
Yippee!
Then, the let-down.
I pushed the door in and turned the knob and.....nothing.
Nada.
"Um, honey? Uh, the dishwasher doesn't seem to be working."
After a couple minutes of pondering the situation and stewing over the fact that the owner of the house we are renting probably will not put in a new dishwasher, I had to face the fact that I did not have the most desired-for dishwasher that I needed.
Time for the tantrum.
"I do NOT want to wash dishes for the rest of my LIFE!" I yelled into the kitchen.
Next came the pouting. So, I went to the bathroom and locked the door for a while.
After a few minutes, I came back out to do some more unpacking. Doc was happily putting together some lamps he had bought at the store and he asked cheerfully, "Wanna come see the new lamps? Come see!"
Being the in the dirty, rotten mood that I was, I growled, "At this point, I don't have a working dishwasher. So, woop dee frickin' doo."
Doc got up, went into the kitchen, flipped the switch on the wall above the sink and voila! The dishwasher came to life!
To say I felt relief after that would not be good enough. I went from despair to ecstatic happiness in a nanosecond.
My husband is my hero. He flips a switch and all is right with the world.
After living on plastic and styrofoam for about a week, I was finally ready to break in the dishwasher in our new home.
The kitchen was unpacked and we had used our dishware and silverware and I was happily putting everything in the dishwasher to be cleaned and sterilized.
Yippee!
Then, the let-down.
I pushed the door in and turned the knob and.....nothing.
Nada.
"Um, honey? Uh, the dishwasher doesn't seem to be working."
After a couple minutes of pondering the situation and stewing over the fact that the owner of the house we are renting probably will not put in a new dishwasher, I had to face the fact that I did not have the most desired-for dishwasher that I needed.
Time for the tantrum.
"I do NOT want to wash dishes for the rest of my LIFE!" I yelled into the kitchen.
Next came the pouting. So, I went to the bathroom and locked the door for a while.
After a few minutes, I came back out to do some more unpacking. Doc was happily putting together some lamps he had bought at the store and he asked cheerfully, "Wanna come see the new lamps? Come see!"
Being the in the dirty, rotten mood that I was, I growled, "At this point, I don't have a working dishwasher. So, woop dee frickin' doo."
Doc got up, went into the kitchen, flipped the switch on the wall above the sink and voila! The dishwasher came to life!
To say I felt relief after that would not be good enough. I went from despair to ecstatic happiness in a nanosecond.
My husband is my hero. He flips a switch and all is right with the world.
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