The 50’s woman no doubt thought the dishwasher was the best product man had ever invented. The thought that one machine would magically wash the dinner dishes…unthinkable in ages past. What a lifesaver! Or so she must have thought!
After having experienced three dysfunctional dishwashers…no make that four…since Rick and I got married, I am officially over the dishwasher. I’m ready to go back in time and wash the dishes myself. Just like I did as a girl when we either had no dishwasher or the ones we did have did a shabby job.
I’m tired of the embarrassment I feel when a guest is over and I reach into the cupboard to get them a glass and I see crumbs caked all over the cup, dried on by the dishwasher’s heat dry cycle. I’m tired of dishes that are semi clean. I want clean.
I’m even getting tired of the loading and unloading. That alone really doesn’t make it much of a time saver in my view…just get them over with I say and immediately back in the cupboard where they belong, glistening clean! No longer will it perpetuate my propensity towards procrastination. And I can feel the satisfaction of knowing I was responsible for making them sparkle with my very own hands!:)
So long dishwasher! As apartment renters, we can not throw you out but your constant presence no longer tempts me! I suppose I may use you every once in a while when I need to quickly get some dishes off the shelves but that is what you will remain, a hiding place every once in a while!
My apologies dishwasher if I have hurt your feelings…